Page 19 of Stutter

I let my tongue explore her asshole, my fingertips lightly dancing on her clit, but I’m so ready to come. I back away, getting on my knees, my cock jutting out before me like a heat-seeking missile, angry and practically purple at how I’ve edged myself for almost forty hours without her. I want to leak out of her for just as many hours.

I guide my tip to her hole, rubbing it side to side, the vision of her in white, so innocent looking when I know what she’s capable of, my dangerous blackbird. I wait for her pussy to accept me before pushing steadily all the way home.

Her moan is low but her breath comes faster and her hip moves, up and down, seeking my cock when I pull away, sucking me back in. “Yes, Raven,” I encourage, “fuck my cock like the depraved little slut you are for me even in your sleep.”

I sit back on my heels, watching her move her sexy body and her hand reaches down to seek mine when I rest it atop her thigh. I lean over her, one fisted hand behind her, the other taking her throat in my hand and kissing the corner of her lips. “You are such a vision. What do you need from me, Little Bird? Hmm?”

“More,” she breathes.

“Play with your needy little clit, Raven.” She obeys quickly and I almost purr. “I came out of the shower and you had your legs spread, ass out,” I press my weight on her as my finger finds her still saliva-slicked hole and push inside slowly. “Did you do it on purpose? For me to find you like this? Always so ready to get fucked, aren’t you?”

She gasps and shakes her head when I shove deeper, harder, and chills roll down my spine with each delicious recoil of her plush thigh against me, causing my balls to draw up and begin to tingle, heavy with the need to release.

“Liar.” I shove two fingers in her mouth, the need to fill all of her holes, even when I want to be nice and sweet to her, is an assault on my urges. Primal and chaotic, fill me with immense satisfaction knowing her tongue is wiggling around my digits, her lips still seeking mine, my cock so deep in her cunt and her asshole clenching around my fingers, stroking my cock through the thin wall that separates them.

I feel her begin to flutter around me and slow my strides, pull my finger out of her ass and gently roll her onto her back, because as amazing as that position was, I have to watch her face. The way her bottom lip tucks between her teeth, her brows bunching together, cheeks red… nose to nose, I encourage her further, to seek her pleasure but at my pace, slow and maddening, she gives up.

And that’s exactly what I want:

For her to remember who her pussy belongs to.

Like when I would sneak into her dorm room, I shove her knees to either side of her plush, perfect tits that spill to the sides out of her night slip, and dip so I can kiss her with an animalistic surge, feeling her nipples against my chest as I put my weight on her, so deep I feel her clit on my pubis. She wraps her legs around me, crossing her ankles to keep me caged in.

But I bide my time, the more my hips want to piston and drive into her, the more her face screws up in pure tortured agony. The agony I’ve bestowed upon her and only I can bring relief. I love this. Love her. And I tell her with every labored breathI let her know everything I feel to how good her cunt feels squeezing around me. A vice I never want to escape.

I lave my tongue deeper into her mouth, tasting all of her, for every day I wasn’t able to kiss her. I grip her with as much tenderness as I can for every day I wasn’t able to touch her, and I clutch her closer to me for every day I was unable to hold her while she was under my care.

“Putain,”fuck, “you’re fucking perfect for me, Raven.” I let go, pumping my hips faster, her breasts jiggling. “Come with me so I can fill your gorgeous pussy. Putain.”Fuck.“Putain.”Fuck.

Her breathy gasps morph into whimpers as she claws my back, hips moving with mine as she tries to fuck me back, to have me dig deeper, and when I do, I feel the beginnings of her orgasm. Her tight, hot cunt pulsates around my cock and when she cries my name, “Damon!” I am a madman, losing all rhythm as I fuck, fuck, fuck up into her, spilling into her with a groan and her name on my lips.

I stay inside until I slip out moments later, then get up to wet a small wash towel and clean her up. But when I come back to her, her thighs spread and my cum leaking out of her like a river, I gather it up and push it back in, only cleaning me off her labia and thighs. Once I’m back in bed with her, her back to my chest, chocolate hair in my nose, breathing in her scent, my arm draped over her torso, do I close my eyes.

I’ve never wanted children.

But thinking of removing the little rod in her arm that prevents me from impregnating her and keeping her tied to me forever… well it just seems like the next best thing to do.

After.

I remind myself.

Afterthe Syndicate fall to their knees at her cute little feet, I’ll make sure to give her the perfect sleeping concoction. She won’t feel a thing.

Chapter Five

Raven.

The music hall is empty and the closer I get to the locker room where I was left for dead, the more I can smell the piss, the blood, hear my whimpers, my ragged breathing, taste the rag that was shoved into my mouth as a gag – the more my wrists and my leg begin to hurt and my heart feels like it’s cracking and my stomach drops through the floor. I think of everything but what happened here as I pass that room until I hear a familiar broken-hand rendition of Max Amlitzer’s Ghost Lullaby.

How fitting.

I stop at the music room that holds the old grand piano, chairs crescent to it, waiting to be filled with students eager to learn and fully master the instruments that sing what they can’t say.

The leather jacket draped over my arm feels as heavy as a boulder and I know I should have come sooner to see him, the man that saved me, but… I just couldn’t.

Kill those who tried to kill me, sure.

Leave them lying in their blood and piss - absolutely.

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