Page 53 of Gluttony

EIGHTEEN

The man had supernatural powers.There was no other way to explain how he’d gotten naked so fast. One second he was fully clothed in his biker attire, and the next he was standing before her, every inch of his tanned, tattooed, tightly muscled body was revealed to her ravenous gaze.

Holy fuck, she’d known he had one but to see it in person? She licked her lips, her eyes pinned to the mind-scrambling V of muscles that pointed downward to the cooch-scrambling dick.

Thick, long, veiny, angry red, and leaking a pearly substance she wanted to taste.

As she watched, his dick got harder, thicker, longer—holy fuck! Despite her utter lack of experience in this, her mouth watered, wondering what it would be like to put him between her lips.

Above her, Red’s eyes narrowed, darkening.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, “you own me, my Daisy. Every. Single. Inch. I belong to you…and you belong to me. And when you touch me, you brand me, and I burn. Burn with me, baby, let’s set the fucking world on fire.”

Suddenly, her mouth was dry, and her body was overheating—she was wearing too many clothes. But…she hesitated. She’dnever been naked in front of anyone before, not since her mother, and especially not in front of a man. She wanted this, though…with him. The man she loved.

Beside the bed, his massive body on full display, she couldn’t help but see her name, right there, the three letters in the middle hidden by his erect girth as his cock pointed upward. Knowing she would be a permanent part of him was a delirious, delicious feeling.

Red’s heavy-lidden gaze swept over her, hungry but also concerned. She may still be clothed but he looked like he could see right through the fabric to her heated flesh. She shivered, and not because she was cold but rather because she was overwhelmed with her need for him.

“Are you alright, baby? We can take this as slow as you want,” he offered, his voice thick with desire but still soft enough to let her know he was serious.

Nodding, she replied, “I want to do this but…you know…my scars.”

He offered her a gentle smile. “I want to see all of you, my Daisy. I want to kiss all of you, learn all of you.”

She pressed her thighs together at his words, a sharp ache pulsing between her legs made her gasp. Fuck, her clit was throbbing, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

She wanted this, more than anything in her life ever, but it meant that she needed to take off her clothes, reveal her greatest shame, her greatest flaw.

The scar, long and thick and ugly, started just below her sternum and stopped just above her belly button. The piece of Winnebago siding that sliced through her, then embedded itself between her diaphragm and her intestines had also caught fire, searing the flesh around the wound. By the time rescuers got there, she was bleeding out, burning, and screaming.

It took months of healing from the wound, then another several months of skin grafts to make even look like she hadn’t been fileted, then burned by a blow torch. Over the years, the scar faded from hideous red and pink to a sickly, pearly white. The skin around it was pulled tight and would sometimes ache if she moved the wrong way too quickly. It was a lifelong reminder of her personal and most agonizing losses—her mother and her self-image.

And now, she was going to make herself vulnerable…revealing the ugliest part of her.

Would he take one look and run, or would he?—

“I love you, my Daisy, and that means every part of you. I won’t run; I will worship you,” he breathed, “if you let me.”

She stared up at him, unblinking, holding her breath…finally, she nodded once.

His soft smile turned wicked, and her breath caught at the transformation.

“Take off your clothes, my Daisy. I want to see what belongs to me,” he commanded, making her clit throb again.

Just do it quick, get it over with.So, she did. She unbuttoned her jeans, and he helped her pull them down her thick thighs and off her legs. He tossed them to the floor behind him. Then went her panties, revealing the fact that she wasn’t really big on grooming. She didn’t have a bush, but the landing strip was obvious. His gaze pinned to her pussy as he licked his lips.

“I’m going to feast on you, my good girl, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

Brainlessly, she nodded, her breath exploding from her chest.

He gripped his cock, stroking himself as he peered down at her bare to his eyes. He dragged his fist, up and down his engorged cock, his fist squeezing tight at the base, so hard his knuckled turned white. Fuck, how was he not groaning in pain?His chest rising and falling as he sucked in heavy breaths drew her focus to the tattoos on his chest, tattoos she planned to trace with her fingers and her tongue.

“You keep looking at me like that, this will be over far too fucking quick. I need you too much, baby girl,” he growled. “So why don’t you take off the rest and let me see what’s mine.”

This is it…the moment it can all go to hell…or heaven.

Sitting up, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, hesitated a second, sucking in and holding a breath. Then, she tugged the fabric up and over her head.

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