Page 96 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“That’s right, baby. Let yourself go.” He chuckled, a rough, primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You’re so fucking close.”

I could feel the orgasm building, a tight, intense pressure that seemed to stretch my body to its very limits. The pleasure was overwhelming, the sensations rippling like waves through me.

“Harder,” I gasped. “I need you. Please, make it real.”

“You want me, huh?” His voice was low, almost teasing in its tone.

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice hoarse. “I need you. I need your c-cock.”

With a surge of energy and raw need, I thrust the toy deeper into me, my muscles clenching and unclenching around it in a desperate rhythm. It was intense, but I wanted more—I needed more.

“I want you inside me, filling me up. Please.”

“Are you begging me, Little Moth?” he asked. “Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum,” I hummed, fighting to catch my breath. “Wanna cum on your b-big cock.”

“Then do it,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I wanna hear it. Cum for daddy.”

I thrust faster, harder, my body arching with each movement. The toy felt like fire, and I could feel the pleasure building, an intensity that was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he muttered, his voice an unholy mix of lust and pride.

He wasproudof me. Fuck, why did that make my toes curl?

I could feel tears springing to life in the corners of my eyes, my throat burning and clenching along with my pussy.

“Push harder,” he demanded. “Give it everything you’ve got. Fuck yourself like I’m going to.”

“Y-you will?” I panted. “When? Tell me.”

“Tomorrow,” he said, and I could hear the struggle in his voice. “At the ball. I’m going to fill you with the real thing. Now cum for me, Little Moth.”

“P-promise?” I whined, desperate.

“I promise, baby.”

“I-I c-can’t— F-fuck, daddy!”

The words sent a shock of electricity through me, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I arched my back and dropped the phone to the bed beside me, my hand slapping across my lips as I fought to swallow the sounds I made. My body trembled and shook, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a never-ending storm battered the shore. Every muscle in my body seemed to tighten, and I felt as if I were being lifted into the stratosphere, soaring on a wave of blissful sensation. The pleasure built and built until I felt like I was going to burst. I rode out the wave, my body shaking as I struggled to catch my breath. I reached down, gripping the toy tightly, my fingers digging into the cool silicone as I clung to the orgasm that threatened to pull me into oblivion.

Finally, the wave began to recede, leaving me in low tide, gasping for air and fighting to break through the surface.

Swallowing thickly, I reached over with trembling fingers and picked up the phone.

“Good job, Moth,” he said, his tone softening. “Now get some sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be a big day for you. And leave it in. I want to sleep inside you.”

Before I could say a single word, he ended the call.

24

And, after all, what is a lie? ‘Tis but the truth in masquerade.

Moth

The next day passed in a blur of anticipation and preparation. Amelia and I meticulously went through our checklist one last time, ensuring that we had everything we needed for our plan to unfold seamlessly. I managed to keep my neck hidden—at least most of the morning. As we were making lunch, she saw it, and pulled the front of my sweater down, eyeballing the pendant.

“What isthat?!”

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