Page 83 of Bake the Town Red

All man. All mine.

The longer I’m here, the more painful my desire becomes. It’s urgent, the need to feel him inside me. I’m soaking. I’m losing control. Sore and desperate.

So fucking desperate.

Jumping him isn’t an option. I see that now. I want him to sleep for a while longer. So I lift to my knees, straddle his face, and hold on to the headboard.

My muscles quiver after hours of squatting while I butchered a person. It’s not the most comfortable position to be in.

Until I’ll have Tyler’s mouth between my legs. Then I’ll feel none of that.

Then it’ll all be worth it.

He never fails to make the background noise disappear.

My hand on his cheek tips Tyler’s face to me.

Slowly, carefully, I reach with my free hand behind me. Slide it under my ass. Gentle when I tug on his bottom lip and so he opens his mouth for me.

He’s delicious and right fucking there and I. Have. To. Wait.

Check for any sign that I’ve disturbed his sleep.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Still sleeping. Still breathing on me.

The wait is over.

Lowering another inch and sliding my pussy on his lips. My muscles burn, my sex on fire. My soul thrives on depravity and the twisted situation. I roll my hips, biting the inside of my cheek to silence my moans.

Tyler, Tyler, Tyler. That’s what I want to scream.My Tyler.

I’m high, high, and higher on the things his mouth does to me. Fucking drenched. The smallest drop of my arousal slips out. It has nowhere to go other than Tyler’s tongue, andwow.

Wow.

Though I can’t see it, knowing alone is enough to send me over the edge. I come on his mouth, my hips working, my breath hitching.

Tyler, the most perfect human I’ve ever met, murmurs in his sleep.

My orgasm stretches as I remember him deep inside me that first time. The way his cock stretched me. How he fucked me like he owned me. From when he branded me as his.

It takes me an eternity to catch my breath, slow my pulse. Finally, my body settles, and I move off Tyler, preparing myself to wake him up.

I’m still on my knees, smoothing the skirt of my dress down my thighs when I hear it.

“Little savage.”

His eyes are closed. Brow furrowed.

Shit.

He turns to his side, one of his hands balled into a fist.

Air whooshes out of my lungs. I stay absolutely still.

What is this? It’s never happened before.

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