Page 130 of Afflicted

But the surprised squeak that burst from her, smelling her desire and fear mingled with that sour edge of pain - fuck, what that did to me. My perfect, dirty slut. My perfect girl.My girl.

She was already asleep when I told her I loved her. When I murmured to her that I wanted to put a baby in her, so that she’d be mine forever. I can’t tell her that I didn’t come in her pussy because I’m scared of what I want. I can’t tell her that the idea of filling her with my cum til she’s pregnant makes me so hard I can’t think. I can’t tell her that for the first time I want a future I could never envision before.

But now the thoughts won’t let me go, and I shift her in my arms so she’s on her back. I move over her, teasing her clit with the head of my cock. She stirs but doesn’t wake, her lips parting slightly as she murmurs in her sleep.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you sleep,” I tell her. I push a finger inside her, biting back a groan when I find that she’s wet, practically dripping for me. She’s wet enough to take me now, for me to sink into her without waking her.

I kiss her neck, smelling the blood that’s gently pulsating through her body. I slide inside her slowly, watching her nipples peak as her body reacts to me. She’s completely relaxed in her dream state, warm and pliant, her head tilted slightly to the side so I can see her pulse quicken.

I don’t fuck her yet, just lie like that, savouring the feeling of her wrapped around my cock. I suck one of her pretty tan nipples into my mouth. She shifts lightly, the movement causing her to tighten around me, and I groan. I start to move slowly, and she gets wetter and warmer.

“Are you dreaming about me?” I murmur against her ear. “Are you dreaming about me fucking you, angel?”

She makes little sounds, tiny gasps and moans. Her eyelashes flutter, and she frowns a little.

“Oh.” It’s more of a breath than a word. Her hands are on my back, her body still so dreamily soft. “It’s not a dream.”

“No, it’s not, angel.” I pick up the pace, and within minutes both of us are hot and sweating, caught underneath the thick blanket. Her eyes are wide open now, gazing up at me as I fuck her hard. “Such a dirty slut,” I pant, my cock hammering into her, right to her end. “Wet for me even in your sleep.”

She moans, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh god.”

I wrap a hand around her throat. “Who?”

She stutters, inhaling sharply as I press the sides of her neck. “Oh fuck… Silas.”

I chuckle darkly. “Is your ass still sore, angel?”

She nods, breathing rapidly. “Don’t-”

“I want my cum spilling out of this pussy.” I hitch her leg higher over my hip, and her back arches off the bed. “Come for me, angel.”

It only takes a few more strokes for her cunt to quiver around me. The sensation is too much. My desire is making me foolish. I know I shouldn’t, but I roar out my release, spilling deep inside her. Her fingers are clasped around the edge of the pillow, her head thrown to the side, her hair covering her face. Every puffed breath sends tendrils of that soft gold hair fluttering from her lips.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

I pull out of her and move down between her thighs. She doesn’t protest as I lick and suck her clit, determined to make her come again with all my cum inside her. She draws in one sharp, small breath after another, her body clenching, and with a high-pitched whimper, she pulsates on my lips.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her dripping cunt. “What a good fucking girl you are.”

I trace my tongue along the scars on her labia, down her thigh, my mark, my brand. I have to take a steadying breath, because the feeling of that raised skin against my tongue has me hard, and I know she needs to rest and eat before I bend her over the kitchen bench and fuck her again.

“Is it still storming?” Her voice is breathy and spent, and she blinks as I stroke the hair out of her face.

“It is, angel.” Rain batters the window as I lower my mouth to hers. “No tornado, but still storming.”

“Well, we’d better stay here then.” She pulls me down to her, and we lie in the bed together, my arms encircling her tightly. We both doze off for a little while, but I don’t sleep deeply. I’m not even tired. I’m simply happy, and more comfortable than I’ve been in years.

When I wake a while later, the sky is barely brighter, still heavy with angry clouds. Juliet rolls over in my arms and grins up at me.

“Good morning, again.” She kisses my collarbone. “Kinda disappointed I’m not waking up with your dick inside me.”

I laugh and stretch, tucking a hand behind my head. “I have to say I’m enjoying doing whatever I want to you.”

“So am I.” She lays her chin on my chest, gazing at me with her big grey eyes. “But not anal. I don’t mind everything else, but anal, that’s an awake thing.Wideawake.”

“Understood, angel.” I caress her forehead with my fingertips. “You feel like heaven when you’re asleep.”

She smiles at me, her eyes betraying all that simmering lust that lies beneath the surface. “I loved waking up like that. Your mouth.” She presses a kiss to my chest. “Your fingers.” Her tongue flicks over my nipple piercing. “Your cock. Whatever you want to put inside me while you wake me up, I don’t mind.”

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