Page 77 of Moth to a Flame

The chastity belt is placed on the bed. The key from my pocket sits next to it after I throw it there.

“Now that you’ve seen it, I’m going to have you.” My voice is hoarse, low, and full of need for her. “Bent over.” I manhandle her, shoving her face to the bed. “Naked.”

She moans when I shove her leggings and panties down. The gun drops to the floor. It could’ve gone off. I could’ve bled out while I was fucking her.

Minor inconvenience.

“Legs spread.” Not waiting for her to comply, I kick her knees apart as far as they’d go with the leggings down to her shins.

“Beg for me.” I’m throwing in some torture, brushing my fingers over her wet pussy. A soft touch that makes her squirm.

“You’re being cruel.” Her thighs clench, and she tilts her hips back. My hand goes to the back of her neck, forcing her in place. “Please.”

“You can do better than that,” I whisper in her ear while tapping on her clit.

“I don’t know how to do better.”

“You’re a clever girl.” Trailing a fingertip along her outer lips, I taunt, “You’ll figure it out.”

“Oh my God,” she cries out. Her brown eyes gleam with unshed tears. “Please. Please, Landon. I-I’m begging you.”

“For what?”

“To fuck me.”

Not to come. To be fucked.

She feels safe enough around me to say these words. To tell me she wants my cock buried deep inside her.

“Such a good girl.”

My dick is out of my pants and boxers so fucking fast. We both moan in relief when I shove myself in one thrust, balls deep.

Having her like this is hot and dirty and right. I rub her clit. Stroke her nape. I’m the hardest I’ve ever been. More than that, I could come at any second. I’m lost for this girl.

I’m hers.

Taking her isn’t about me, though. Not at all.

It’s about her sounds of pleasure, how she gives in to me. Her ass, damn it, I could bite and grab and pummel it for days.

“Come on my cock, Regan.” I need…I don’t know. I’m cursing and grunting and railing her and I justneed. “Be a good girl and come for me. Want to fill you up. To have you dripping with my cum. Be a good girl for me. Be a good. Fucking. Girl.”

Her mouth gapes while the rest of her body stills. I recognize that expression. I’m obsessed with it as much as I’m obsessed with every part of her.

I have to put a hand over her pretty mouth before she…Yes, fuck, I love the way she screams as her climax ripples through her body. Her pussy clenches on my cock, and—

“Oh, fuck.” Moaning, I release myself inside her. My hand runs along the curve of her ass, squeezing, rubbing, claiming her. “Fuck, Regan, you’re so good. That’s my girl. So good.”

“Hmm.” It’s the softest sound, and I have no choice but to mirror her softness.

I put her on her back, cupping her cheek while I shove my semen that’s leaked out back inside her. “You’re going to take every drop before I lock you up for the night.”

The smile vanishes from her face. I must’ve gone too hard on her.

That turns me right the fuck on all over again, and I can’t have that. I tuck myself in my boxers and lose my pants, suit jacket and shirt. Kiss her forehead before getting up and going to her bathroom.

With a cloth soaked in hot water, I clean her inner thighs. Her swollen, red pussy. I strip her of her leggings and panties. Walk back to the bathroom and add the cloth to the pile in the hamper.

---