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“Daddy,” I panted, barely having crested my last orgasm and another one already racing towards the finish line.
“I can’t wait to replace this with my cock, babygirl,” he groaned against my skin, pressing against that plug. He grasped the jeweled base, tugging on it until I felt that blissfully wrenching stretch that sent me off into another orgasm.
“Yes, firefly! Again! Don’t stop. Look at how wet that little cunt is getting. Absolutely flood me, baby.” His words barely registered as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body, arching me clear off the bed. The motion pushed the plug back into my body. He pushed it in, pulled it almost all the way out like he was fucking me. My eyes darted back and forth, unsure of where to look, what to think, what to do.
I was coming unhinged; the pleasure overwhelming me.
“Eyes!” His shouted command drew me back to home, back to the stability of his gaze, of his dominance over me. Back to safety. “Right here. Right with me.”
I nodded slowly, coming down just a little from my delirium.
“Christ, I need you, firefly.” His growled words were the only warning I had before his hands grasped me roughly, flipping me over onto my stomach and pulling me down to the edge of the bed, my feet dangling to the floor.
“Look at that pretty little jewel! It is a perfect little blue diamond making that ass sparkle.” He lined his hard length with my wet pussy.
“Fuck, you are positively dripping, baby. Let me see you stretch for me. Let me feel you flood my cock like a goddamn waterfall,” he groaned, sliding his thick member deep inside of my wet pussy with one smooth thrust.
“Daddy,” I cried out, my hands fisting into the bedding, holding on for dear life as he fucked me.
“That’s right, firefly. Scream my name. Make everyone in fucking Zion hear just how good Daddy makes you feel.” His voice ran through my body like thunder, making my clit swell, making my nipples pebble, making my core clench around him tightly.
“Can you feel it, babygirl? Can you feel the way my cock bumps up against that pretty plug in your tight little ass?” Mercy, his words spurned me on.
His hand slid up my back, the other grasping my hip and pulling me back onto him, faster, deeper, harder.
“Just wait until it’s my cock in your ass, pretty little firefly. You’ll light up like the night sky, screaming my name to the heavens,” he growled, his hand sliding up my spine, his nails dragging against my skin. His finger fisted into my hair, yanking my head back until I groaned, nearly growling back at him.
I felt his cock swell inside of me. His thumb pressed against that plug, fucking my tight rosebud with it; his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy, hard and fast, alongside it. The combined sensations sent me to the edge of no return, nearly.
“Please, Daddy!” I cried, my hands tugging the blankets in closer as I fought to anchor myself to anything, anything at all to survive the onslaught of pleasure that wracked my body. “I can’t hold back!”
“You can. You will. Mine!” he nearly screamed his words, their primal nature sinking straight to my core, hurling me towards that orgasm like a freight train.
“Daddy,” I sobbed into the mattress, tears falling down my face as I struggled to control the rising pleasure emanating from my core.
“Cum for me, firefly. Cum for me now!” he roared, his hand fisting in my hair tighter, his cock emptying deep inside my pussy as he came.
“Daddy!” I screamed. Dark clouds closed in, darkening my vision as my orgasm crashed around me. Everything went hazy as my orgasm sent aftershocks ricocheting through my body.
I barely registered him cleaning me up. I laid there, against the bedding, trying to remember my own name, trying to remember who I was. Or moreover, who I had once been before this night.
“Easy now, firefly.” Ollie’s voice was gentle, a soothing balm for my battered and scattered mind. I felt lost on a sea of waves, crashing up against the rocks of sensation.
He gently pulled the plug from my rosebud. I barely winced, still floating, lost in the moment. Gently, he rolled me over, gathering me into his arms and into his safe and warm embrace.
CHAPTER16
BARTHOLOMEW
“Son, while we understand the importance of the honeymoon period, your duties to God must always come first.” My father’s words rang out over the phone, echoing in my mind like a chant on an endless loop. They — the church, Reverend Jacob, my father, whoever you wanted to blame — were ending our honeymoon early. A full fucking week early.
Of course, it had to be today of all days for Father to call. It had been one week since Delilah and I had agreed to begin this trial period. This one-week trial period. This was not how I wanted today to go down, but tomorrow our house would flood with people, inundated with well-wishers and congratulatory prying eyes. A bunch of fucking pests if you asked me. Tonight was supposed to be a special night, a night where we talked about turning this trial thing into a more permanent one.
I supposed it still could be the night I had hoped it would be, but with the weight of tomorrow hanging over us, I was sure it would cast quite the shadow on my evening plans.
“Delilah, can you come in here?” I called from my study. A few minutes passed before I heard her footsteps slowly trekking down the hallway. In she walked, her nose stuck in a book, slowly sauntering her way in like she was not really truly here. Then again, she wasn’t. I had quickly learned that Delilah was a voracious reader. She would walk aimlessly from one place to another as she fetched herself a glass of water, but I could tell her mind was firmly planted in whatever fantasy world or story she was engulfed in.
“Earth to Delilah,” I teased gently.
