Page 33 of Vermilion Desire

I rock my hips, chasing his tongue as he curls that muscle inside my pussy. The aching in my tummy wants to break, but it’s not enough to get to that point as I hold his cock to my mouth.

Mr. Wolf had me sit on his face, and it’s so embarrassing. I’m going to suffocate him, but he isn’t letting go of my thighs as my weight lies on his body.

He leaves me empty with a swirl of my clit in his mouth. “Didn’t you want to convince me, baby?”

My lashes flutter, my jaw aches from being stuffed with his big cock. I have never seen anything this big, and human anatomy can’t be used as an example when I have Mr. Wolf as a primary specimen.

My ministration halts for a moment when Mr. Wolf flicks my clit with a harsh finger, punishing me for my lack of enthusiasm. I can’t help the sparks behind my eyes and the scorching of my lungs.

He crooks his fingers, brushing against my tight walls and lips sucking on my clit. It’s unjust at how controlled he is when I’m drooling all over his cock, but I make it up with my inexperience.

Mr. Wolf seems to love that I know nothing about sex.

I swirl my tongue on the tip, sucking on the sensitive spot near a vein before swallowing him down my throat.

With the telltale sign of something massive coming, my toes curl and my hips push on his fingers. I teeter on the line of fracturing control and moan, sending vibrations down his cock and cupping his full balls in my small hand.

Fingers dig into my butt, yanking me down, and Mr. Wolf becomes a starving animal. My body stops fighting and enjoys the pleasure coursing through me as my orgasm knocks the remaining air from my lungs.

Thick cum shoots down my throat with strong pulses from his big cock, and it grows thicker at every pulse as I attempt to let the cum trail down my throat.

I want every drop even when my pussy is sore and aching from his rough tongue licking every inch of me to get my juices in his mouth. He pops out of my mouth, wet and trailing with creaminess coating his shaft where my mouth had been.

I shakily rub his shaft—still too big, too hard, and too hot. His taste remains on my tongue, and my mouth aches for more of him, and this is where the seed of addiction plants itself in my belly to want to be filled.

In my mouth, in my pussy. I just want him everywhere.

This is exactly what the religious nurse at the program had told everyone. Lust is a sin, and I’m going to Hell for this addiction, and I have no regrets for it.

Mr. Wolf pulls me off his lips with one innocent peck on my soaked folds, and the gesture is anything but innocent. My back is flush against his chest, the heat of his cock nuzzles between my butt when I shift.

He purrs in my ears, “There’s no going back, baby.”

Even in his state, with little control over his lust, he still worries about me more than about himself. I nod firmly; a slurred confirmation echoes from my lips, and he lifts me up with two big hands on my waist.

The sheer strength makes me shudder, the tip parts my slit, and taps against the small hole. A quiver sneaks down my spine, snatching my walls around the tip. I tremble, searching for his wrist for purchase as gravity lowers me on the widest part of him.

It hurts; that is not something I should be surprised at because I’m a virgin, and his cock is marvelously big with veins tugging on my soft walls. My stomach churns, burning with a wheeze fumbling out of my throat.

“You’re doing so well, baby. So good for me,” he replies with a voice deep and calculated.

“A little more.” A brutally harsh, unforgiving command.

I want to make him cum, so I lower my hips more with the help of his hands, but the tip of his cock nudges something inside of me that makes me bounce up from his cock. The soreness returns ten-times worse even though I’m not stretched to the limits, but I had only taken half of him.

Mr. Wolf is anything but a coward. He pinches my side with his fingers and yanks me down on his cock, completely and savagely splitting my small hole open as my walls coil around the intruding girth.

“There we go,” he purrs, his tone too sadistically dark and venturing on the line of dubious.

A galaxy explodes behind my closed eyes, etching on the blackness when I open them to struggle. It hurts more than I expected, and I never thought Mr. Wolf would cause me pain even if it’s not emotionally.

He said he would never hurt me, and he’s becoming a liar again.

“Hush, baby. I’m doing this for you.” He kisses my neck, murmuring against the erratic pulse with his arms lock me in his lap.

“You’re doing this for you,” I correct, hiccupping in the subsiding pain.

My lips turn into a pout; I am unable to look at him as he chuckles. I can hold onto this grudge for a bit longer and make him work for my forgiveness, but my plan is inevitably a failure as he rubs gentle circles on my hard clit.

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