Page 41 of Without Bound
I picture her on her knees, gagging as I feed her my dick. “You want to choke on my dick? Would you know what to do, or will I have to teach you?”
“Teach me, Bishop. Show me what you like.”
“Tell me the name of the guy that touched you, butterfly, so I cankill him.”
“He doesn’t matter,” she says and I feel my blood boil. “Only you and I. Just think about me gliding my tongue across your dripping head. Mmm. You taste so good.”
The murderous thoughts quickly vanish when she purrs, and I stroke harder and faster.
“Get rid of that vibrator and tell me what your pussy feels like.” I hear the buzzing come to a stop. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes. I’m so wet. For you. And-ooooh god, that feels so good.”
“I bet that pussy is tight. I’d have to spread you wide to fit, and I’d watch your sweet little cunt swallow me up, inch by inch.” I circle my thumb over the head of my cock, spreading my precum.
“I’m getting close,” she pants.
I pull my hand away and spit into my palm before grabbing my shaft once more and working it harder.
“Is your pussy warm?”
“So very warm. Warm and wet and tight and aching for you to fuck it. Will you fuck me, Bishop?”
“God, yes. I want to bend you over and spank that beautiful ass of yours for doing this to me. Then I want to feel your walls clench around me.”
“You’re so big. It’s going to hurt, but I want it. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“You want it hard, little butterfly? You want me to shove my dick in your tight cunt and tear it to pieces?”
“Ye-yes.” Her words are breathy.
“I’d lift those gorgeous legs over my shoulders and watch your face come undone. Do you feel me? Can you feel how I split you open?”
“It hurts so good. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Faster and harder, up and down, I pump my fist and feel the tingle in my balls as my dick pulses.
“I’m never going to stop. I’m going to fuck you forever. Your pussy will wear only my name. You’ll come with only my name falling from your lips. Do you understand me?”
My vision turns spotty and I feel a buzz race up my spine.
“Only ever…oh yes. Yes. I’m coming. Bishop. I’m …”
Her words are my undoing, and I shoot off in my hand, cum dripping down my arm and falling onto my shorts. With every one of her moans, my body releases more and more cum.
I grunt and she whines and together we come down from our high. Our labored breaths fall into sync as we try to regain consciousness. We both fall silent and I wait for the guilt to overwhelm me, but all I feel is relief. Relief that I finally admitted that I want her. I need her. It’s my life’s mission now to make her smile everyday, for the rest of my life.
“So damn good,” I tell her, my chest still heaving with labored breaths.
“Bye Bishop. Have a good night.” Her voice is soft and sated, much like I am.
“G’night, Anais.” The line goes quiet and my screen turns black. “Fuuuck,” I whisper to myself.
What the hell am I going to do now?
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