Page 55 of Grotesque Love

I trace over the wing slits lightly, fingertips dipping inside as his teeth sink into my neck. I want to be consumed by this creature. Devoured. If he plans to remind me that I’m alive by stripping me down to nothing but a trembling mess, then who am I to stop him?

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, loving the feel of him flush against my body.

“You’re beautiful, little love.” He kisses across my collar bone and down my sternum before claiming one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over the tight bud with a grunting thrust against my pussy lips. “Perfect in every way.”

The wetness between my legs is sticky and slick, something he seems to enjoy as he leisurely grinds and rubs against me, making my orgasm simmer just beneath the surface in no real rush to cross the finish line.

Using his teeth, he pulls on my nipple while his fingers rollthe other one, drawing a soft cry from my lips which he quickly swallows down in a kiss that makes my toes curl.

“Sax,” I whine, needing more as I shift up into him.

With a gentle slap to my thigh, and a warning growl, Sax pulls away so that he’s on his knees between my spread legs. His hands push my thighs further apart until I can feel the stretch in the muscles, the burn delicious as he stares at me, utterly transfixed.

“Sax…” I whimper, my pussy clenching under his unwavering gaze. “Daddy Sax. I need you.”

That seems to shake him out of his dazed thoughts, something hungry flashing in his eyes as he reaches over and pinches my nipple.

“Let me take care of you, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger down my slit, coating himself in my wetness before he slips inside me.

I may be a virgin, but I’m no stranger to masturbation and this…well this is completely different. His fingers are girthy and the stretch at first is tight, but as his thumb moves over my clit in lazy little circles, my body relaxes. My hips start to move, tiny little thrusts as I chase the pleasure he’s giving me.

“Good girl, just like that.” With a wicked grin, he adds another finger, making me feel impossibly full. Heat floods my cheeks at his words of praise, and I keep fucking myself on his fingers.

With him leaning back to watch, my sensitive breasts feel a little neglected, so with trembling hands I pluck at my nipples while continuing to ride his hand.

He keeps lavishing the compliments on me, making me feel like I’m high as he says, “You feel incredible, I can’t wait to fuck you. You’re going to be so tight around my cock, aren’t you, dove.”

Fuck.

The slick, sloppy noises we’re making are insane as I writhe and shift trying to claim my climax impatiently.

“Now. Fuck me now. Daddy, please,” I grab his arms, latching on with my nails as I try to pull him onto me.

He chuckles, “Not yet, you’re not ready for me.”

Not ready? I don’t think it’s possible to be more ready, more desperate. I don’t care how big his dick is, I need it inside me. Now.

“Please, please. Just the tip. Just a little.”

“Look at you, beautiful girl. So impatient. So cock hungry.” He increases the pressure on my clit with his thumb, and his free hand comes up around my throat. “Are you going to come for me, little love?”

“Please,” I beg as his grip tightens. He doesn’t cut off my air as much as pin me to the bed firmly as he fucks into me harder with his fingers. Forcing me over the edge, giving me no choice as I nose-dive into the abyss of my orgasm.

“Fuckkkk!” I hiss as my body shudders, clenching and tensing as I come.

“That’s it,” he purrs, slowing down but not stopping.

As I lie there, my body riding the ebbing wave, he carefully pulls out his fingers and sucks on them with an obscene groan. He acts like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted as his tongue flicks over his digits, lapping up any residual flavour.

Fisting his cock, he shifts closer and rubs the smooth head over my oversensitive clit until it’s shiny and soaked. I notice a strange bulge part way down his shaft, and wonder if that’s the ‘knot’ he mentioned earlier.

Using my wetness as lube, he jacks himself with low moans and feral grunts, his cockhead still pressing against me as he comes, covering my sensitive cunt with hot, silvery cum. The bulge seems to swell, and he tightens his hands over it, milking out every last drop of his orgasm.

We look down at the mess he’s made of me.

Using my middle finger, I swipe it through his warm spend before bringing it to my mouth and getting a taste of him too. It’s as I expect, salty, an edge of bitterness mixed with a smokey rawness that reminds me of a log burning fire.

“You are so perfect, love,” he grunts, holding my thighsapart as he leans to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss, not ready for this to be over.

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