Page 66 of Dare Me

My desire to mess with her morphs into the all-consuming need to feel her wet heat around me. She tilts forward onto one knee and holds my cock at her entrance. My teeth grind as I wait for her to sink down on me.

With a devilish smile, she rocks back and forth, barely grazing my tip. My jaw clenches with each pass and I exhale deeply through my nose.

“What’s wrong, Loch?” She slips two fingers through her folds, lightly spreading them and running up and down the sides of her clit. “I thought you wanted to watch?”

“Ha-ha, alright, alright.” Instinctively, I yank against my ties, my frustration growing.

“Don’t you wanna watch me play with my pussy?” she says with sugary sweetness. She picks up her vibrator. A hoarse growl forms in my throat when she turns it on.

She slips the buzzing toy into her pussy. Her pitch grows airy as she pushes it farther in. “What was it you said about me being stretched?”

I suck in a breath, releasing it before I try to speak. “Fuck, Stella, you made your point.”

She closes her eyes as if tuning me out and withdraws the toy to massage her clit with a mewl, circling my cock with her hand again. I bite into my lower lip, fucking burning for the moment she takes me.

I mutter a curse of relief as she fits the head of my cock inside her. My eyelids can hardly stay open. I’m overwhelmed with the craving for more. I hear her snicker and my eyes fly open. She looks wickedly delighted at my pain as she continues to masturbate without giving me any more of her cunt.

“Oh god, Lochlan.” She moans, and what’s left of my restraint is shattered. “It feels so good . . . so close . . .”

I can’t stand it. I’m certain acid is burning up my bloodstream. I thrust up, desperate, but she just lifts her hips higher and tsks. “Naughty, naughty.”

I rattle the headboard manically, growling, “This isn’t funny anymore, Stella.”

She continues pleasuring herself, ignoring my desperation. “Oh fuck, I can feel my pussy clenching. I’m so fucking close . . . Imagine how I’d milk your cock when I come. I’d make you give it all to me, every drop—god!” she cries sharply. “I’d make you fill me until I’m leaking your cum.” Her jaw pulses, and she inhales hungrily before crying, high and strained, as she comes.

In a sated daze, she sits back on my thighs. Rolling her head lazily back, she hums, satisfied. I stop fighting my restraints to take her in. Fucking gorgeous. Her thick eyelashes brushing her cheeks. Her locs half in a bun, half spilling out. Her smooth thighs disappearing under her shirt.

“Let me see you, baby, please. Show me what I won.” Behind the desperation in my voice, there’s a rasp, the frays of my shredded control. My utter ruination.

“What you won . . .” She repeats the words slowly, like she’s considering them and scrutinizing me with a fascinated slant to her head. She sits up. “Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” I play dumb and try again “How about taking this shirt off, huh?”

She rolls her eyes at my shitty attempt at a distraction. “You know what.”

“I’ll tell you if you take your shirt off. Please, you’re killing me, pretty girl.” I chuckle weakly.

“If I like your answer, I will.”

The answer floats on my tongue. I inhale deeply, as if my lungs are trying to hold it back. After a conscious exhale, I say, “He called you mia stella.”

The space between her brows creases and she purses her lips as if thinking. “My star? What’s so bad about that, that it’s worth dying for?” she says with amused disbelief.

“Because you’re not his. You’re mine.”

1. Play “Vegas (From the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack ELVIS)” by Doja Cat

2. Continue playing “Vegas (From the Original Motion Picture Sountrack ELVIS)” by Doja Cat

Chapter 27

My Star

Stella

“ Yours?” I scoff a laugh.

The headboard shakes as he lurches forward like he’s trying to sit up. 1 When he doesn’t get very far, he huffs and continues, “Yeah, Stella, you’re my star.”

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