Page 22 of Slay All The Way

“I...” She struggles to speak, her voice shaky, her breaths ragged.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice low, dangerous. My fingers slide deeper, thrusting harder as I lean down and suck her clit between my lips. She cries out, and I pull back again, just to taunt her. “Say my fucking name, or I stop.”

“No...” Her voice is barely a whisper, a mix of defiance and need.

I thrust my fingers deeper, my tongue flicking against her sensitive clit. She’s losing control, her hips moving frantically against me, and I know she’s close. “Fucking say it,” I growl, fingers curling inside her again. “You know you want to.”

“Oh, fuck! Johnny,” she gasps, her voice breaking as her body tightens around my fingers, on the edge of release.

“That’s it,” I murmur darkly, flicking her clit again, driving her wild. “Say it louder. I want Mark’s dead body to hear you scream my name when you come.”

“Johnny,” she moans louder now, her hips rolling against my hand, desperate, as if she can’t hold back any longer. “Please, don’t stop.”

My name on her lips sends a surge of possessive hunger through me. I slam my fingers into her harder, faster, my mouth working her clit with unrelenting pressure. “That’s right, snowflake,” I growl against her. “Johnny is the only name that will ever escape your lips. I’m your god, your twisted Santa, your savior—everything you need.”

She’s falling apart beneath me, and I can feel it—the way her body tenses, the way her breathing grows frantic. I press my tongue harder against her, pushing her closer to the edge. “Beg me,” I command, my voice low and rough. “Beg me to make you come.”

“Johnny,” she gasps, her back arching off the bed, her voice a pleading, broken cry. “Please—please, I need it. Don’t stop, I’m so close?—”

I smirk, sucking her clit between my lips, my fingers thrusting relentlessly as she writhes beneath me, lost in the intensity of her pleasure. Her moans only spur me on, and I can feel the tension building again, feel her body responding despite the overwhelming sensation.

“Johnny,” she moans again, her voice breathless, her body shaking. “Please—please, I need more.”

“Fuck, snowflake, you tastes so fucking good,” I growl as I suck and lap up all her juices. My cock aches to be inside her, but I hold back, teasing her, pushing her limits. “You’re going to fucking melt for me again.”

I slide a third finger inside her, stretching her, making her gasp. Her legs wrap tighter around me, her body arching, trembling with need. “Please,” she begs, her voice barely coherent now, breathless and broken. “I can’t?—”

“Oh, yes, you can,” I growl, my fingers thrusting deeper, harder. “You can, and you will. You’ll come for me again. You’ll melt for me, my little snowflake, and soon all you’ll be able to think about is how good Santa Johnny can make you feel.”

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably, and I know she’s close again. I lean down, my tongue flicking over her clit one last time, and she cries out, her second orgasm crashing over her with brutal force.

“Oh god, oh fuck!”

This time, I let her ride it out, my fingers slowing, my tongue still teasing as her body spasms, her breath coming in ragged sobs. Only when she’s completely spent do I finally pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I climb up her body.

I don’t waste a second.

With one swift motion, I grip her thick thighs and pull her onto me, my hard cock pressing against her soaked entrance. She’s still trembling, still catching her breath, but I don’t wait. Nah fuck that, I’ve waited long enough. I thrust into her in one smooth, hard motion, burying myself in her sweetness.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her body arching up to meet me, and I groan, feeling her tight, wet heat wrap around me.

“Fuck,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her down onto me. “You’re so fucking tight. So perfect, snowflake.”

With her wrists restrained she’s unable to touch me as I start to move, slow and deliberate, thrusting deep inside her. She’s still whimpering, her body overstimulated, but I can still tell she loves it. I can feel it in the way her pussy tightens around me, the way her hips rise to meet mine, desperate for more.

“Johnny,” she moans, her voice soft, pleading. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop,” I growl, picking up the pace, slamming into her harder, faster. Each thrust drives me deeper, and I savor every inch. “Look at you, snowflake. You look so fucking pretty taking me like this.”

Her breath catches as I fill her completely, her body arching beneath me. “You feel so good,” she gasps, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Yeah? It’s like you were made for me, isn’t it little snowflake,” I taunt, driving deeper, relishing the way she responds to each thrust.

She whimpers, her body trembling beneath me, and I can feel her walls tightening as I pound into her with a steady rhythm. “Say my name again,” I demand, my voice low and rough with possession. “I want to hear it from your pretty little lips while I’m balls deep inside you.”

“Johnny!” she cries out, her voice breaking, and I can see the pleasure radiating from her. “Please?—”

“Beg for it,” I tease, smirking behind my mask. “Tell me how much you need me.”

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