Page 46 of Black Velvet

She's still panting, her cheeks flushed and her blue eyes dazed with the aftermath of her orgasm while my cum drips down her hard nipples, decorating her heaving chest and belly.

"Fuck!"

My exclamation is barely more than an angry breath hissed into the room while I stand there with my cock in hand, still twitching with aftershocks.

I did not plan this. It wasn't supposed to go this way, and I hate when things don't go according to plan. It makes me feel powerless, the least appealing feeling of all.

And she's only making it worse by looking at me like that, her eyes still begging, flitting back and forth between mine and my hard cock. Before I can stop her she's up on her knees, ignoring the fact that I try to retreat from her and holding onto my pants as she leans forward.

I groan when her tongue skims along the tip, licking up the drops of remaining cum. She draws along the lower side of my shaft, closing her eyes with relish while she cleans me. I want to stop her because she's acting against orders. She's doing all of this on her own accord, not awaiting the command as she's supposed to.

But she's so damn good at it.

I watch her lick up every last bit of cum before she wraps her lips around my hardness, moaning happily as she takes me in. Against better judgment, I lean into her, moving my hips forward to fuck her throat. She gags, hooking her finger on my waistband for support. A chuckle accompanies her coughing when she chokes on my length while I push as far as possible until I'm pressing against the back of her throat.

She tries to fight me, a muffled yelp vibrating through my cock while she tries to push me away. When I let go of her a second later, she yanks her head back, tilting it back into her neck and casting me a mischievous grin.

"You're a naughty girl, Elene," I rebuke her.

"Spank me, then," she retorts. It's meant to be cheeky, laced with allure, but her voice is trembling, turning the words into a plea that tastes of desperation. She wants so much more but doesn't know how to ask for it, because she never had to.

I shake my head, determined not to let her take over again. "Be careful what you wish for."

Disappointment travels across her face when I step away from her, tugging away my softening length as good as I can before zipping up my pants.

"I should go," I say, without really meaning it.

Flight instinct takes over, as it always has with Elene. I don't want to go any further with her tonight because I'm afraid that it will make the drug-like effect she has on me fade. I don't want this to be over, this tension and excitement gone. If I stay, I could risk everything. I might take too much from her and lose what I have now.

"You want to leave?" she asks, her lips trembling as she looks up. "Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"Don't do that," I tell her.

"Do what?"

"Be like... that," I stutter, giving her a dismissive wave. "So needy."

"Needy?" she repeats, furrowing her eyebrows.

She gets up from the floor, her legs shaky as she rises to full height, not minding the cum still running down her delicious body. It's curling around her belly button, running down to her bare pussy as she fixates me through narrow eyes. She's clenching her fists, straightening her back and jutting her chin forward when she says: "Cum and dump—is that what you need me for?"

She's trembling, trying to look strong and confident while hurt and disappointment weaken her stance.

It fucking kills me to see her like that. And I'm responsible for it. I'm the one who makes her feel this way, the person who makes her feel like a cheap whore, easy to replace after I'm done with her. This couldn't be further from the truth.

I shake my head. "No, Elene. Please don't take this the wrong way—"

"Then what way am I supposed to take this?" she bellows at me. "You do... this to me, and as soon as you jizz all over me you want to get out of here."

She scoffs, grimacing with disgust while she shakes her head at me. "And then make me wait again for God knows how long, making me sit here on the floor every fucking night, never letting me know whether you plan to deign me with your presence or..."

Her voice breaks as tears threaten to break through.

"Fuck," she hisses. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"It's okay," I cut her off, closing in on her and placing my hands on her shoulders. Once again, I'm surprised at the effect her tears have on me. Seeing her cry feels like someone is jamming a dagger through my chest and then turning and twisting it to inflict an even greater amount of pain. She glares up at me, her small fists still clenching when I reach for them, closing my hands around hers in an attempt to give her a sense of assurance that I fail to verbalize.

She clears her throat and takes a deep breath, gathering herself as if she just remembered the strong and confident woman I know her to be.

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