Page 12 of Darkest Fantasies

It’s okay baby, I’ll guide you.

I curl my hand around the back of her head, grabbing a fist full of hair, and tugging back slightly. Her mouth opens up on a gasp, doing exactly what I hoped for. I use that moment and slip my cock between her lips. She lets out a moan as her mouth stretches wider to fit me.

Fuck.

With a groan, I thrust my hips until I hit the back of her throat. Picking up the speed, she uses one hand to stroke my length while twirling her tongue on the part she can. She sucks her cheeks, hollowing as her head bobs. Saliva, pooling, drippingdown the corner of her mouth. She looks up at me, her eyes glistening with tears.

She’s so fucking beautiful. She is a fucking goddess.

“Ah, fuck.” A shudder ripples through my entire body. “That’s it,” I growl. “Suck my cock, like the good little slut you are.” Her slow pace turned into a faster rhythm, her head bobbing up and down with such eagerness.

I tighten the grip I have on her hair and thrust into her deeper, matching her rhythm, moving faster, and faster until the only sounds in the room are my ragged breath and the gurgles coming from her throat. Pleasure rips up my legs and pools at the base of my cock.

I brush my knife over her cheek. “Swallow every last drop.” My balls tighten, my cock swells, and I explode, a loud groan erupting from my chest as I piston in her mouth.

She takes it all, every single last drop, then releases and smirks up at me. A mixture of desire and smugness swims in her emerald green eyes. It takes me less than five seconds to lose control again and pick her up, throwing her on top of the bed. She lands on the bed with a soft umph escaping her lips, her legs dangling over the edge.

“Open your legs wide for me, my little shadow,” I say, maneuvering in between her legs and wrapping them around my waist. My cock twitches with desire. I've been waiting far too long for her.

She leans up on her elbow. “Wait.” She whispers as I press the tip of cock to her wetness.

“Don’t worry, I’m clean. I got tested recently.” Already knowing she is on birth control and that she is clean herself I thrust forward, sinking into her with ease. She falls back on the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets, holding on as I push to the hilt. She feels so good. Too fucking good. Better than I would have ever imagined.

“Oh, god, yes.” She moans as I pull out, sinking back in, taking what I want from her.

“Didn’t we already cover this, my little slut. God isn’t here.” I drill faster into her, tightening my fingers around her throat and placing my index finger over her mouth. “I’m your God now.” I thrust into her with forceful strokes, over and over and over again.

“Mine,” I growl. She is mine. She has always been mine. My name is etched on her soul; she and I are meant to be. She doesn't know it yet. But she will soon. From this day on no other man is allowed to lay one finger on her beautiful head. I’ll kill anyone who dares to. I’ve done it in the past, and I’ll continue to do so.

“You’re fucking mine,” I repeat making sure it sticks inside her little head of hers. I reach over for my knife on the edge of the bed. Her euphoria consumes her, and she doesn’t notice that I slowed down our pace.

Gripping my knife tightly, I lower it down her thigh, pressing the blade on her skin, using just enough pressure to carve the letter D. She opens her eyes, and they widen as she sees the knife in her skin. She tries to get up, but I tighten the grip I have on her throat, stopping her. She tries to speak, but my index finger is covering her mouth, and my grip on her throat stealing her breath away. She looks at me with tears sliding down her cheek, a mixture of confusion and desire swimming in those emerald eyes.

Her sweet cunt grips and pulsates around me as her blood drips down her thigh onto my cock, lighting a fire in my veins, pumping with a desire to explode. My balls start to feel heavy.

“Come for me, my little shadow.” She does on command, her back arching, her pussy clenching me, gripping me so tight my vision fades. I thrust into her a few more times, untilI’m emptied, and her body is limp and spent underneath me, breathing hard and fast.

“Are you alright?” I ask, caressing her cheek with my thumb.

“Yes, no, maybe,” she replies faintly, with a dozen questions and a dozen emotions swimming in her eyes. “What did you carve on my thigh?” She asks, barely any sound in her voice. “Who are you? Why me?”

“All in good time.”

I pull out of her, putting myself back inside my pants, and zipping it back up as she tries to sit up on the bed, but her arms don't have the strength right now to support her. “Let me help you.” I outstretch my hand, she grabs it and positions herself comfortably.

“Thank you.”

Before I can say anything else, my phone vibrates inside my pocket, notifying me of a text. Already having an idea of who it is, I take it out and read the message.

Theo: Ready?

Me: Thirty seconds.

“I have a surprise for you,” she takes my outstretched hand, and I stand her before me.

She lifts her hand and touches my mask.

“Is it time for you to tell me who you are?”

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