Page 63 of Moth to a Flame

The throbbing in my cock is maddening. I need the friction, lowering myself to the bed. I Moan as I rock my hips into it, as I inhale the scent of her pussy and fuck her mattress.

“Landon.” Large brown eyes flutter open, finding me down there between her thick thighs. She’s not fully awake, but she recognizes me. “So good. So good. I dreamed about you doing this and”—moan—“now this. More, please. Don’t stop. More.”

She’s soaked and the sounds her wetness makes when I finger-fuck her have me rutting harder into her bed.

“Hands on your tits.” Her hesitance is so adorable. And I won’t have it. Not today. “Pinch your nipples. You want it to hurt, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Both her nipples are pink and hard. She rolls them between her fingers, her back arching and her eyes never leaving mine. “Oh God.”

“Landon.” I tease her with the tip of my tongue on her clit, sucking her, and lifting my head. “You pray for me. When you’re this wet, this soaked.” When I add a third finger, I feel it. I goddamn feel her swelling, and if she squirts on me, I could die right here and now. The happiest man to have ever lived. “You saymyname. I’m the one you beg for.”

“Landon. Oh, please.” Her nipples are red with how much she’s tugging and pinching herself. “Please, I can’t take it. I need you. I need you, please.”

“That’s a good girl.” My lips are on her clit, and she gasps. Moans. Squeezes her thighs while I force pleasure onto her.

With each thrust of my fingers, her walls swell more. Her mumbles are incoherent, and she leaves her nipples to grip my hair, pulling me closer to her. I lick and fuck her with my fingers until it happens.

Regan orgasms and squirts at the same time, spilling herself all over my face. I keep licking and drinking her in even when she realizes what’s happened.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m so sorry. Oh crap. No. That’s humiliating.” Her voice is small. Her pussy still pulses around me as I stretch out her orgasm. “Landon, stop. I’m so sorry. I’m—Oh my God.”

“Don’t you dare take this away from me,” I groan, pressing my hand on her navel and keeping her there. Right there where I can have her. “You’re so hot. So sweet. And this?”

I lower my lips to the drenched spot on the bed, flatten my tongue and lick her up to her clit. She moans and blushes everywhere. It blooms on her chest, her neck, her cheeks.

“I’ve been dying for this.”

Her eyes widen. “You have?”

She shudders when I kiss her clit. I move up her body and shove her hand to my hard length. Grab her cheek as her fist fucks me so goddamn well.

“Regan. I found that spot.” I suck on her bottom lip, bucking my hips into her touch. “It was hot. You have such a hot pussy, you know that?”

At my dirty words, she squeezes me. Spreading my precum on the tip of my cock.

But her mouth. Her plump lips. That sweet tongue. That’s what I need.

“You have such a tight cunt. You taste…” I climb up her body. Shove my hand between her and the pillow and grab the back of her head, guiding her to my cock. “I can still taste you. So fucking sweet. Suck me.”

This is what torment feels like. Her tongue teasing the head of my cock, fingers holding the base tight. When she fills her mouth with spit, lubing my throbbing length, any shred of sanity that I might have left is being ripped from me.

“You were fucking my face like such. A. Good. Girl.” With every word, I push her deeper. I hit the back of her throat, then use her while tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. “Look at me. Lick. Suck. Fucking gag on me. Just like that. You’re beautiful. My filthy girl. Daddy’s slut.”

She moans at the last part, at the degrading word. I only last a few minutes after that before I pull out.

“Eyes closed.” My voice is strained, and the second it takes her to lower her eyelids is too long. When she does, I come on her sweet, innocent face. There’s so much of it, painting every inch of her white. “Yes, yes, fuck, Regan. Look at you. Fucking look at you, letting me ruin you like this. God, you’re perfect.”

When I’m done, she licks her lips, smiling at me. “Mmm.”

“You did so well.” I kiss her forehead, carrying her to the shower with me.

I wash her clean and Regan lets me tend to her like I’ve never tended to anyone else before her.

Everything pales in comparison to Regan.

The drive to Brinestone was dull, despite the audiobook I was listening to.

Going through the prison’s metal detector, then security screening was equally boring.

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