Page 59 of Little Blue

I can’t help but tell her, “I’m gonna fuck your perfect tits one day soon.” When her mouth pops open, I run my thumb through the bead of precum on my tip, groaning low as I add, “And that pretty little mouth.” She snaps her mouth closed and swallows hard, audibly. I just can’t help but push her. “Just like that, Little Blue. You’ll swallow me just.” I pump my thumb harder into her tight pussy. “Like.” I start to stroke the length of my dick in my tight fist. “That.”

She starts to come for me then, my dirty Little Blue, all hot and wild for the depraved monster in me. Her pussy pinches around my thumb, the contractions of her pleasure desperate and seeking even as I pull my thumb away.

She makes a noise. A scream of frustration even as I lean forward to slide my tip between the wet heat of her crease—not going inside. Not yet. Not tonight. Her body tenses even as waves of pleasure rocket through her as I circle my tip around and over her clit, driving her orgasm higher and higher.

Fuck, she feels good. Like Heaven in Hell.

I’m almost there. Nearly ready to explode.

I pinch my tip, cutting off flow as I push myself back and down between her legs. She doesn’t have time to respond, to try and kick me away before I’ve latched onto her clit with my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her scream.

Honey and melon and musk explode in a platter of savory sensation on my tongue as I devour her. Edging her closer and closer to another, more violent eruption. Above her head, her hands grip the fabric of my shirt, nails scratching into the wood of my headboard as she throws her head into the pillow, low back arching off the bed, pussy pulsing on my tongue as I fuck her little hole with it raw.

With a scream, she shatters.

Rearing back, I pump my dick fast and hard over her glistening pussy until hot streams of white spurt from my tip to land on her pulsing pink pussy. My roar echoes the tail of her scream. I feel like some beast of fiction, a primitive animal of a man. Because I’ve just marked her as mine.

And she’s never been more beautiful.

Twenty-Five

Irelynn

I could hardly look at the man after everything that happened last night.

He’d joined me for breakfast before disappearing into his office with the door closed and, undoubtedly, locked.

More than once, I’d thought of the way it had felt to come apart at the seams for him. How hot his cum had been as it coated my most private place. The sound he made when he found his release.

The echo of his roar has lived rent free in my mind since, even dominating my dreams as I fell, my body and mind exhausted, into sleep.

Thinking of the way his big hands had cleaned me in the shower, red hot heat fills my face. I clear my throat, practicing the thought-stopping technique I recall reading about only months ago, before all this. It had been something I’d wanted to start practicing. To stop the negative thoughts that tormented me, the grief from my past that ate at my insides, slowly turning them to rot.

“You feeling okay?” I look up in time to find Luka smirking at me.

Oh no—he knows.

I’d screamed more than once last night. Had he heard me?

I clear my throat. “I’m fine. Just a little flushed today.” I stand, abandoning my mid-day coffee as I head for the hall. I can hear Luka following close behind me. “I think I’ll head out for a walk.”

Luka chuckles. “Whatever you want.”

I don’t bother responding. My mind is too full of Ilya to formulate anything proper, anyway.

I still can’t believe the way he’d played my body. It’s like he’d known exactly how to touch me. And the other things he’d done.

I need to stop, or my face is going to be able to melt the snow that covers Ilya’s yard.

I need a cold shower.

Jeez. I don’t want to be thinking about him. It’s bad enough I’m stuck here because of him—now I’m all tingly and needy for what, his touch?

Trudging through snow with Luka on my heels, I head for the dogs. It’s not like I’m going to tell them about what happened, because Luka will be within ear-shot. I figure I could use a good hate-on-Ilya session, anyway. Besides, I’m on a winning streak of ‘Ways to Murder One’s Kidnapper—Canine Approved’ so, why stop now?

“Hey pretties.” Luka explained that all the dogs were female after I’d been calling them boys for four days. Insert serious eye-roll. Dropping my booty to my bench, I lean forward as my girls trot closer, eager to chat. Or, well, listen to me chat. They don’t say a whole lot in return, but I feel a kind of kinship with their eyes as they absorb me while I speak. “How are my ladies today?”

No one responds, but with the whipping wind, I shiver. “It’s a cold one today.” I shove my hands between my thighs. “Why are you all outside when you’ve got that warm house to snooze in?”

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