Page 54 of Gluttony

There, she’d done it. The only thing left was her bra, but the scar was right there, visible to his gaze as he stared down at her, his weeping cock still fisted in his white-knuckled grip.

Suddenly, he was reaching for her, his fingers grazing the flesh beside her scar. She gasped, her whole body locking tight.

“Breathe, my love,” he murmured as he knelt beside her on the bed, his weight making her roll into him. The hand not around his cock drifted from just beneath her bra, down the length of the scar, to then circle around her belly button. His touch was…reverent…like he was touching something holy, precious, priceless. “You are so fucking beautiful; ripe and luscious—you make my mouth water. Your scent….” He leaned down, his nose nearly over her pussy as he dragged in a deep breath. He convulsed as he moaned. “Goddamn, my Daisy, you smell so fucking good.”

She pressed her thighs together, desperate to alleviate the ache between them. His gaze sharpened on her movements, his smirk curling his lips.

“My good girl is feeling needy,” he cooed, and she grunted, fighting the urge to writhe beneath his lustful gaze. “I’ll give you want you need, my love.”

Maneuvering his big body until he was hovering over her, his big hands gripping her hips, pressing her down into the bed. Without hesitation, he coaxed her legs apart.

Then he was on her, his mouth between her thighs, his broad shoulders holding her open for his sensual attack.

She screamed, her back bowing as his hot mouth sucked on her clit. Wet suction made her hips jerk, grinding the heat of her into his greedy mouth as he feasted. He growled against her, making her whimper.

“Fuck…” he groaned, “you taste better than I ever imagined. I could eat this pussy forever.”

Then, he was back at it, a strangled cry erupting from her chest.

His hands skimmed her body, up her sides to her tits which were still in her bra. With a single tug, her breasts were free, the bra—threadbare and years old—disintegrated under his strength. Her breasts free, he used his hands to cup, knead, and caress her, his thumbs rolling over her sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She cried out at the dual onslaught—his mouth licking, biting, and sucking her clit and her pussy, and his hands on her tits.

She was going to explode.

Somehow hearing her thoughts, he pulled back, his face glistening with her fluids.

“Nuh uh, you aren’t coming until I’m inside you, baby,” he drawled.

Flustered, aching, and frustrated, she snapped, “Then get in me, asshole!”

He chuckled then squeezed her breasts hard. “Have you ever had a cock in here before?” he asked as he gently pressed a single, thick finger into her opening.

Delirious at the sensation of his penetration, she shook her head, her hair sliding over his pillow. “No, b—but I have a dildo.”

He hummed, withdrawing his finger just to insert two. She jerked, her hips flying up to meet his hands. “So this pussy has been penetrated.” He sounded disappointed.

“Y-yes, but not with a man. You’ll still be my first, I promise,” she blubbered mindlessly at the pleasure he was giving her.

“Mmmm, you’re so sensitive. Take it,” he commanded, “I want you good and wet and weeping for my fat cock.”

She groaned. “I am—I am, I swear!”

He chuckled again, the asshole. He was enjoying her torture.

Crawling up her body, he took an aching nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, the sound like a wounded animal. It was a coordinated attack; his mouth on her breasts, teasing, devouring, and his fingers in her pussy, thrusting, owning.

She was so fucking close.

Then he stopped.

She screamed, slamming her hands against his chest. “Stop teasing me,” she sobbed. “I can’t take it!”

His eyes darkened as he bent to press a kiss to the top of her scar. “You can take it, and I cannot wait to give it to you.”

He braced one hand beside her head, and grabbed his cock with the other, pressing he thick head against the throbbing wetness of her cunt. Her pussy fluttered, eager for him.

Finally, he pushed forward, sliding inside inch by inch, stretching her. Fuck, she was used to the dildo at six inches, so she was nowhere near prepared to take his girth as he slowly drove forward into her until he had nowhere else to go.

“Look at me, my Daisy,” he demanded, his voice a deep rumble. She opened eyes she had no idea she’d closed, and looked up at him through heavy eyelids. “You’re mine now; you gave yourself to me, and I give myself to you. This is the beginning of our forever, my love.” He kissed her, fast and wet. “Say it, say that you’re mine.”

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