Page 98 of Consume Me

“Just yours,” but he shuts his eyes, hiding from me once again.

This is a huge step, and I don’t want to push him beyond his limit; instead I opt for some levity.

“So will you date me instead?”

“I’ll date you.”

“Hold my hand?”

“That is implied.”

“Am I your girlfriend, then?”

“Who else’s if not mine? I’ll be whatever you want for as long as we have.”

What he doesn’t say speaks volumes: there’s an expiration date. Always has been, but I shove that to the back of my mind. I can’t deny him, even knowing the consequences.

“Can I fuck you now, Silver?”

“You’re asking? That’s an improvement.”

“Your pussy has been wet for me. I can smell your need for my cock. Your body speaks to me, even when you try to ignore me.”

He places me on the sofa, undressing me leisurely. It’s always been fast and hard before, but now he’s taking his time, and I love it. I am left wearing only my bra and thong, and sheer hunger shines in his eyes.

“You’re so damn beautiful it makes me ache everywhere.”

He traces a finger from my neck down the valley of my breasts, which get heavier with his touch.

“So soft, so delicate, making me want to claim you, possess you, so that it’s only me for you.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and he slips his thumb through the strip of my thong, pulling it down.

“I can’t stop thinking about this perfect cunt. I want to devour and fuck it until it’s red and swollen.”

I might combust any moment now. His touch and dirty talk shoot up my veins like a potent drug, awakening my desire and making me ravenous for more.

He crouches in front of me and slaps my thighs open. I spread myself for him, hypnotized under the spell of his touch.

“Good girl, let me see what’s mine.” His eyes darken, his black pupils swallowing the forest green of eyes.

Every word feels like praise, calling out the seductress in me.

“Are you going to look at my pussy all day or do something with it?”

He smirks and slides his finger through my wet folds. “I can do whatever the fuck I want with what’s mine.”

His possessiveness drives me mad with desire.

Dipping his head, he flattens his tongue and laps at me. The groaning sounds he makes in the back of his throat are so erotic. I buck up the moment he bites into my clit, but he splays his hand on my stomach, holding me in place. I don’t want to go anywhere but to the land of blissful euphoria.

He feasts on me, sucking greedily as if he’s famished, and I am his favorite meal, nibbling until my entire body convulseswith an orgasm. My release is so potent it leaves me trembling and gasping for breath.

He places kisses on my thigh and pats my pussy. “Such a responsive cunt…”

“For you.”

“Only for me,” he says and slaps my pussy, which sends a tremor through me. I writhe under him, wanting more, and he delivers, caressing up and down my slit. “Good girl.”

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