Page 8 of Between Dusk and Dawn

"Muse," I murmured.

"Oh. My. God," she screamed, tears streaming down her face. I wasn’t sure if these were tears of pain or from the pleasure of my fingers drumming inside her. Either way, I was savoring every morsel of her. "I-I need you."

I was losing myself in her, losing every single strand of control I thought I had over this situation as she writhed beneath my fingers. I kept imagining how her lips would part as my cock stretched her pussy. She would feel so fucking good once she had a taste of darkness—once I had a taste of her darkness.

"When was the last time someone made you feel this good?"

"Jesus Christ, Walsh. Are you always this m-m-mouthy?"

I chuckled as I continued my assault on her cunt.

I was going to lose it and fucking come in my pants if this woman didn’t stop the symphony of moans emitting from her swollen pink lips.

"You are such a bad girl. Look at me." She tried, but the wetness kept flowing from her eyes. "Do you like knowing you’re unraveling beneath me? Knowing you got the guy."

"No. I didn’t—Ah, fuck," she cried as I inserted another finger inside of her.

As she contracted around my hand, I pulled out and dangled my fingers in front of her lips.

If I’d let her come, it would’ve been endgame for both of us. I needed to regain the smallest amount of power I had left beforeshe fell apart in my hands. My entire life was unraveling in ways I wasn’t expecting. This was never in my plans.

"I need to come," she stated as I dropped her hands from above her head, then she grabbed my shirt, and I traced her thick lips with my cum-soaked fingers.

"Open your mouth. Taste your betrayal," I commanded, pulling down on her jaw to part her lips, and she obliged. That was my good muse—doing what she was told.

She was unraveling and had no control, but truthfully, I didn't either. I both hated and enjoyed the fact that this redheaded woman was unfurling my plans, and I had no desire to make any of it stop.

She’s going to kill me, she mouthed as she licked the pads of my fingers, taking in the taste of her cunt.

"You like it." She shook her head, but her body told me another story while she sucked on my fingers. My cock twitched in anticipation. The little fucker thought it was his turn, but I had to push her further so she wouldn't escape effortlessly. Finally, I found someone who matched my deep desires and dark needs—a partner who reveled in the pleasure of embracing our true, wicked selves beneath the disguise of goodness.

"You love that you’ve taken the big bad wolf on campus and gotten him to drop to his knees and bow to your sweet pussy. Do not lie to me. Donotlie to yourself." Then I lifted and unzipped my jeans. From the living room window, I had a small view of the front of the building and could see every single person coming and going.

My control came crawling back in after being lost within the folds of her aching and needy little cunt. It was truly the first time in my entire life I wasn’t calculated in my thinking. I was going on instinct and what felt good. If Cagen had walked in on us, she would have destroyed me, my reputation, and everything I’d worked for.

"Please, Walsh," my little muse protested as my thick, pulsating cock came into her view. I let out a low chuckle.

"Don’t be scared, little one. You’ll do such a good job taking me in your mouth." Without another word, I slammed my cock to the back of Maddy’s throat. There was nothing gentle about it—or us.

She gagged on my cock as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, but I was relentless and gave her no time to catch her breath. Her hands pressed against my hips.

"Hands behind your back," I demanded. As if my skin was on fire, she obliged, pinning them behind her.

"Look at you taking my cock like my good girl." I threw my head back, and my fingers tightened around her wrists. "Your mouth was made for me. You look so beautiful on your knees taking me."

"Mmm, Walsh."

"Shh, don’t speak. Loosen your jaw. Relax, Muse."

She stared into my eyes.

Was that admiration? She relaxed her jaw, rolling her tongue as she glided up and down the shaft of my dick.

She pulled me out of her mouth. My cock hated the mere seconds of it not being wrapped with her lips. "You think you’re winning here, don’t you? But what you don’t realize is whatever this is, I’ve already won, because now that you’ve had a taste of what I can do for you you’ll never be satisfied with anything else."

"I’ll find someone just like you," she countered.

I growled and grabbed her jaw, slamming my cock back into her mouth. Her head bobbed as Cagen pulled up in her white Honda Civic.

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