Page 130 of Like A Moth To A Flame

We stayed there for a long while, until he began to soften and I could feel his essence dripping out of me. Still, something inside me felt tight, desperate for release. It was a gnawing twinge of pain that settled deep inside me, and no matter how I tried, nothing could relieve it. I slowly began to wiggle and struggle, fighting to rearrange myself in a way to give me relief.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his hand snaking between my breasts and coming to rest against the hollow of my throat, and I felt his fingers bob when I swallowed.

“Need to cum,” I whined, feeling the warmth of his arms wrapping around me.

I liked the warmth, like a soothing heat against my aching bones, but at the same time, it wasn’t what I wanted. It was soft and gentle, and I wanted rough.

What had I become?

“Do you think that you deserve it?” he asked, one falling between my legs to cup my aching cunt. “After the way you teased me, should I reward you like that?”

I couldn’t see his face, seated backward like I was, but I knew he was smiling.

“I’ll be good,” I whined, reaching up with shaking hands to run through my hair, something to keep me grounded. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He laughed—a deep hollow sound that brought a shiver racing up my spine.

“Okay,” he said, his free hand tweaking my nipple until I gasped. “Be a good girl and lay down on the couch for me.”

Once again, I was scrambling to do what he said, standing on legs that shook and threatened to toss me down onto my ass. Even the movement of my thighs had me desperate for release and relief from the pressure building inside me.

I threw myself down, and when he raised onto his knees, he chuckled at the look in my eyes.

“Eager, Vanessa? Hmm?” he growled, moving over me until he towered above me like a king. “Tell me what you want. Beg like a good girl.”

“Make me cum, daddy. Please?”

He slid between my legs, sliding down my body until he nestled between my thighs, each leg tossed over his shoulder. His hands snaked around my thighs, gripping the tops of them as he pulled me down, dragging me toward him until he latched onto my clit and I nearly screamed at the sudden surge of pleasure. My back arched involuntarily, my thighs clamping down around his skull and my knees shaking.

Fuck, how did he do this to me so easily?

He growled into my soaked cunt, his fingers digging mounds into my thighs as he wrenched them apart. When I looked down my body, I found myself trapped by the web of his eyes, and it nearly sent me hurtling over the edge right then and there.

Over and over again, his tongue nestled against the swollen bud of my clit, licking and sucking until I felt the pressure building higher and higher. His mouth pressed against abused flesh, bringing me higher and higher until I felt like I was flying. My thighs shook with the effort it took for me to force them apart. He groaned, his brown eyes rolling back and sliding closed and the sound sending vibrations rumbling through me. That was all I needed. That was the final push it took to send me rocketing over the edge, and I cried out, a screaming moan that echoed around the room.

I ground myself against his mouth, desperate, and he held me against him, riding the wave of my orgasm until I was spent and shaking against him. My thighs clapped closed over his ears, and I pushed my hand against his forehead to force him away.

“Ow! Ow fuck! S-stop!” I pleaded, and with a final, tiny nip at my sensitive flesh, he pulled away, rising onto his knees until he towered over me.

Without warning me or waiting for me to catch my shaking breath, he crawled over my body, until he towered over me, and his hands came up to cup my jaw.

“Open your mouth,” he said, and I did.

He leaned over my open mouth, and I saw the glisten of my desire drenching his mouth and lower jaw as his lips fell open and he dropped our combined pleasure into my waiting, open mouth. His saliva splattered over my tongue, and I could taste us both, combined into a wicked love potion that left me drunk and needy.

When he’d finished, he brought two fingers to press against my lips as he enveloped my body with his. Pressing against my inner thigh, I could feel something hard and heavy.

“Swallow,” he commanded, and I did exactly as he said, tasting the two of us slide down my throat, leaving a radiating heat not unlike the burning sting of alcohol. His lips followed next, crashing upon mine and leaving me breathless. My lips parted, and his tongue brushed against my lips.

His fingertips lay upon my cheek, and my heart pounded in my chest.

What was it about him that made me feel so alive?

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down to me and begging without words to feel him again. He complied, sinking inside of me until I gave him a satisfied sigh. I felt bruised and sore, but it also felt right. My hips rose to meet his.

I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I knew I’d hurt in the morning, but right now I didn’t care. I wanted all of him all over again.

By the time he was fully inside me, the dull pain had become an afterthought, and all I could think about was the way he kissed me, and the way his fingers slid up into my hairline, tilting my head back.

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