Page 53 of Drag You Down
But if I keep coming back, over and over, my soul is forever damned.
Gabriel gets two fingers inside me, slick from all the lube. The pleasure overrides the burn of the stretch, and I close my eyes, sinking into the sensation.
Then he touches somewhere inside of me that makes the pleasure slam into me. It overwhelms me, all breath freezing in my lungs. My mind isempty,nothing but pure bliss. I cry out, arching into his touch?—
And my cock spurts all across my stomach and my chest.
Mortification is almost as strong as the ecstasy that races through me, and my hand flies to my mouth to cover it. The knowledge that I climaxed from a touch inside of me is dizzying, almost more than I can handle, but I understand why men lie with other men.
“I’m sorry!” I say, and how absolutely dumb is it to apologize for coming too early to the Devil or an Angel or… or…
My Daddy.
My face is completely red with humiliation, and I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
Gabriel looks up with a soft smile. “No worries, little lamb. I’m happy you can come from having your prostate played with. That’s going to give us so many fun options.” He kisses the inside of my thigh again, while his fingers are still slowly thrusting in and out of me.
It really doesn’t matter to him.
When he adds another finger, slowly and carefully, I make another strangled sound. I want it, wanthim. How many fingers does he need to work inside of me to prepare me for more? For him?
I haven’t even had him inside of me yet, and already I’m sure this is a sin worth falling for.
I should be oversensitive, desperate to let my cock rest, yet I spread my legs wider for him.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, I need you.”
Gabriel smiles at me expectantly. “I need you…?”
I don’t understand what he wants at first. When I finally get it, my face heats up even more. I’ll be hotter than the depths of Hell with how embarrassed I am.
“I need you…Daddy,” I whisper.
The word alone has my cock twitching again, despite how spent I am. Gabriel groans though, and he removes his fingers. I watch as he gets up and strokes his cock a few times, coating it with lube.
“I’m going to fill you up with my seed, little lamb,” Gabriel promises. “I’m going to mark you, make you mine.”
I can’t be his, but I want to be.
Why can’t I choose? Why can’t this be something I can accept or deny?
I lick my lips, wondering how he tastes. Sin? Something more?
It doesn’t matter, though. I’m going to feel something else, and tasting him will have to wait.
He lines his cock up with the hole he’s spent so long loosening up, readying me to take him, and I bite my lip as he starts to slowly push inside. It takes him several seconds to get inside, and when he does, I cry out again. I clutch the sheets harder, my eyes wide as he pauses inside of me.
I’m so…full.
I’ve never felt like this before.
It isn’t just how large his cock is, how it’s rubbing up against that same spot that had made me come in three seconds.
It’s how warm he is, how immediate it feels.
It’s howintimatethis is.
I meet Gabriel’s eyes. Dark brown with flecks of gold, and they suddenly seem sokindto me, even though I know he’s a killer who seeks out those he deems worthy of punishment.
