Page 32 of Fetch

My grin widens. I spoon three more bites into my mouth, giving her a brief respite until my patience starts to wane. I slap the back of the spoon against her swollen nipple. “I didn’t say you could stop, pretty girl. Grind that pussy till it’s raw.”

“Punk, this is torture.” She pants as she resumes. My jeans are soaked in her juices. The scent of her arousal is transcendent. I want to bury my face inside her. Fuck. I’m torturing myself.

I blow out a chuckle. “You’ll thank me after.”

Her eyes turn to half-slits as she moans deep and low. I scrape the bowl with my spoon, drawing it out just a little longer. Her body drips with sweat, glistening like she has a fever. The way she grinds her hips, arching her back as she hums to herself… she’s the best fucking drug I’ve ever taken.

She sounds like a cat in heat, her moans and whimpers turning into whines. In her trance, she doesn’t notice me set the bowl down. All that matters to her right now is obeying me. Pleasing me.

I reach underneath her to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. “Such a good fucking girl. Cum for me now.Cum, Roxy.”

She lets out a wild screech as she bucks like a bull. I lift her hips up so I can free my cock. She lowers herself down onto it and keeps grinding. “Fuck. That’s my pretty girl. Take your reward.”

“Uhhh. Oh god. Mmm,” she whines as she fists my hoodie. Her pussy issoakingwet. I can’t hold back much longer.

I push her back so she’s lying on my legs, half-upside down. “You’re mine, Roxy.” I dig my fingers into her fleshy hips and slam into her. “You fucking hear me?”

She braces her hands on the carpet to keep from banging her head. “Y-yes. Oh shit.”

Her pussy feels like warm honey. Like a sacred vessel made only for my long, thick, veiny cock. Spasms start in my balls and spread in quick bursts down my shaft, charging my tip like electricity. I let out a grunt, pushing and pulling her to fit my length, stretching her as wide as her tender lips will allow.

“Punk,” she whines as she claws at the carpet. “Cum inside me.”

Mmm. Fuck. “You better hold on.” I spring from the chair and stand with my cock deep inside her. I tuck my arms under her knees, my grip tight. She wraps her arms around my ankles while she’s suspended upside down like a fucking acrobat. She might not dance anymore, but her muscles remember.

My stomach flutters as all the blood rushes from my balls to my swollen tip. I lower us both until her back is on the floor as I burrow in deeper, grinding in circles. “Roxy…Fuck,” I grit out. My breath catches in my throat, and I almost black out as my cum floods her tight little pussy. I flick her clit, coaxing another orgasm out of her.

“Oh my god. Don’t stop,” she cries.

“I will rub you raw.” I grind in circles, my cum still flowing. “Pray to me, pretty girl. Let me hear your hymns of devotion.”

I keep punishing her clit with my thumb, rubbing it so hard she bites her bottom lip and draws blood. “Punk…”

I pull her up, bringing her with me as I sit back down in the chair. My cock pulses inside her as she trembles around it. “Let me hear how you worship me,” I whisper in her ear.

She whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re my god,Punk.I submit.”

I tilt her chin up. “I will take care of you from now on, pretty little girl.”

She gasps as I press my mouth to hers. Her lips are so soft and thick. I thrust my tongue inside and find hers just as demanding. Ravenous. She tastes like sweat and sex and wine. The closest I will ever get to heaven. We devour each other, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths as we bite and suck, exchanging breath and saliva like sacrifices on a holy altar.

We stay like this for hours, kissing and caressing each other with my cock still inside her cunt. Like we are surgically attached.I wish we were.I’d stitch us together if I could. I never want to leave her holy cocoon.

When her head starts to droop on my shoulder, I reluctantly lift her off and tuck her into bed. I nestle up behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her neck.

She coos softly while drifting off to sleep. “Don’t leave, Jack… I mean Punk,” she pleads quietly.

I kiss her on the cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m never letting you go, Jilly girl. Never. Fucking. Ever.”

My angel slept so hard she didn’t wake once when I transferred her to my penthouse. Not while I carried her down the stairs. Not during the car ride—I left my bike behind and drove her car instead. My momma always said that it’s better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. This sensuous creature purred like a cat even as I held her in the elevator going up to my floor. She looks so peaceful in my bed. I’ll savor it now. Because when she wakes up and sees I’ve tied her to the frame, I’m going to have a hellhound on my hands.

Maybe that’s what pushed Lucifer to finally fall.

It’s for her own good. I want her to acclimate to her new surroundings first. I can’t risk her storming off and doing something stupid. I don’t mind killing for her. I rather enjoy it. But I want my pretty girl subdued for now. The longer she’s contained, the wilder the beast when I finally unleash her. And then we will both cum so hard it’ll be transcendent. Like two aliens discovering dark matter for the first time.

With Roxy still sleeping soundly, I oversee the movers. They’ve been packing up her apartment all morning and are finally carrying everything in. I lead them to the east wing of my penthouse and show them the various rooms I want her things set up in. Another bold move, but I just know that my pretty girl will love it here. I have her all to myself now.

I also took the liberty of texting Juniper from Roxy’s phone.

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