Page 51 of Moth to a Flame

I pump into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She has no idea what she’s doing, how to suck me, and that’s beautiful.

“Unless.” I tug on her hair, thrusting her face into my crotch. Teaching her what I like. “I tell you to. If I tell you to fear me, to cry, to beg, you’ll do it.”

“Mmm,” is the choked sound of her approval. Tears prickle the corners of her eyes as I fuck her face.

As I praise her. “Good fucking girl. Taking my cock so well. Look at you, with your lips wrapped around me. Sucking me. Feels so good, love. So good. Hand on my balls.”

The feel of her cupping me nearly sends me over the edge. “Yes, fuck, you were meant for me. So hot. So wet. Fuck. Fuck, Regan. I’m coming and you’re going to swallow it. All of it.”

And then I really do go over the edge. She gags and chokes while I empty myself in her mouth, spilling load after load down her throat.

“Come here.” I help her up then use two fingers to shove the cum dripping down her chin back in her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles while I feed her my cum.

“What the hell are you sorry for?” Pressing my lips to hers, I lick myself off her. I taste myself and her and fuck if I’m not hard again. Just so my cock won’t get any ideas, I tuck myself in. “You did so well. You’re such a good girl. My girl.”

“Landon, this was…” Her eyes water as she gazes at me, and she blinks the tears away. My brave woman.

“Use your words.”

“This was my first.”

The first time sucking a man.

“Guess what?” I tug on her hair, pulling her into another kiss that leaves her breathless and panting. “When I take your prettycunt, Regan, and I will, because you’ll let me, it’ll be another first.”

“But—”

“Quiet.” My eyebrows knit, and with an arm around her back, I bring her as close as I can get her. Her curves are soft, her body melding into me. Mine. Mine. Mine. “That monster didn’t take shit from you. You belong to me. Your heart belongs to me. Every. Hole. In. Your. Body. Is. Mine. Always have. Always will. I’ll make that nightmare go away, little lamb. I’ll make all of your nightmares go away.”

There’s a knock on the front door just as my phone buzzes in my jeans.

“I have to go,” she says, her voice hoarse from sucking me.

Nothing is as important as Regan. This text, too, is about her. I’m sure of it. I’ve been expecting a message from a certain security company that handles a certain building in the Upper West Side.

“I’ll see you soon.” My fingers run through her hair, smoothing it over. She does the same for me. I hate how my heart reacts to that. How my addiction spins out of control. “When I can.”

“What if I need to see you first?” She disturbs her bottom lip. “I kind of need to talk to you.”

She. Needing to talk to me. If she’s trying to kill me, it’s working. I pull out my phone, dialing her number.

Her lips curve into a shy smile. “I shouldn’t be surprised, should I?”

More knocks on the door, and a woman calls, “Regan? Rosemary? Anyone here?”

“No, you shouldn’t be surprised.” Being the gentleman that I am, I hold the door open for her. “I’m always one phone call away.”

A few meetings I’ve been putting off at work. A message I have to reply to. That’s it.

Happiness is just around the corner.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

Soon, little lamb. Soon.

CHAPTER TEN

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