Page 26 of The Trap

Palms kneading her flesh, I sink my everything into her as I smother myself in her sloppy, wet cunt. The harder I squeeze her flesh, the more I can feel her wetness increasing, dripping into my mouth, feeding me. Deciding to rev things up a bit, I loosen the tight hold of one hand and smack her ass. The second my hand meets that supple curve, she whimpers. Fuck, she likes it. So do I. Again, I unleash a punishing hand on her ass all while swirling my tongue in her pussy. I lose track of how many times I’ve spanked her, but finally it’s enough. One final tap and I let up, about to slide my hand to her opening so I can fuck her with both my tongue and fingers, but a feminine voice abruptly breaks my concentration. Without fully registering what is being said, and with my mouth still deep in her cunt, I look up.

Knots form in my stomach as her very awake eyes peer down on me. Expecting anger to ooze from them, or a hand to claw at me, or that mouth of hers to rip me a new one, I instinctively try to pull away, but I can’t. Her ankles cross behind my head as her thighs squeeze, holding me firmly against her sex.

Jesus Christ, Maddox wasn’t kidding. It really does depend on how people react to it.

Mouth on her pussy and eyes on her, I freeze.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” she taunts, skating her hand to the fabric of her Zeppelin shirt that teasesthe underside of her full, perky tits. “You started this. Now you’re going to clean up the mess you made.”

She’s sick. Fuck, I guess we both are, but hearing her condescending words with my mouth on her pussy sparks something inside of me. I try to pull away to tease her, but as she lifts the fabric of her cut shirt, her brown, pierced nipples on display, she squeezes me tighter to her cunt, locking me in place. “Look at you, pretty boy, worshiping my pussy, eating it like every stroke of your tongue is earning your salvation,” she hums, squeezing her nipples as her back arches. “Is that what I am Colson? Your altar to praise?”

Yes.I respond internally, my eyes fall shut as I nod, like a pathetic fool who just needs to experience what her come will taste like gushing into my mouth, even though she’s taunting me. But who the fuck am I kidding? I need this.I need her.

Silence fills the room, but it’s quickly replaced with another moan as she grinds her hips and in turn her pussy into my face. “Ay,” she mewls, picking up the pace that she’s fucking my mouth. I wind up my hand, spanking her hard. Way harsher than before and judging by the moans and obscenities coming out of her mouth, that’s what she wanted.

“Fuck yes,” she squeals, and I lose myself in every smack, every lick, every single thing I’m doing to have her come leak into my mouth. With each strike to her bare flesh, I can feel her arousal increasing. The symphony of carnal sounds sending a surge of adrenaline to my system, forcing my hand once again to her ass.

Another gasp sounds from her as her body shifts. Her back lifts as she arches upward, forcing me to grip her tighter, keeping her where I want her, a prisoner to my tongue. She bucks forward, as I drive another attentive smack to her ass. My tongue darts in and out of her, fucking her opening before traveling up her slit with teasing bites until I reach her clit and suck it into mymouth, creating a seal where I’m lapping at her. I look up from where I’m engulfed in her delicious cunt, and her eyes are glued to me, watching every moment.

She becomes so lost in how I’m eating her that she loosens the hold of her thighs. Using this as my opportunity to tease her more, my mouth lifts from her center. “Did you miss me, little liar?” I taunt, pressing another kiss to her clit.

I can tell her orgasm is on the horizon from the way her thighs are trembling.

“No,” she lies in a whine. “I just want to come.” But of course, she’s so stubborn that even now, when her needy pussy is begging for me to relieve it, she’s fighting me. But there’s no getting away. I’ve wanted her for too long, wanted to make her feel the way she’s made me feel. For too long I’ve dreamed of being this close to her, alone, without my brother or anyone else in the way, and now that I have her where and how I want her, I refuse to be robbed of it.

Hovering over her cunt, I blow warm air to her center. “It’s okay, you can come for me and still pretend you didn’t miss me.” I press a kiss to her throbbing clit. “You might actually come harder leaning into all that pent up hatred for me.”

Her eyes roll as she lifts her hips up, trying to meet my mouth, but I pull back.

My tongue clicks. “Oh no,” I reprimand, nibbling at her thigh. Of course, I want her to come in my mouth, but for some reason giving her the full upper hand rubs me wrong. Even though what I did was wrong, from breaking in, to everything that happenedafter, I still want to play with her. “Go ahead. Come for me,” I demand, lowering my hand with a harsh slap before driving my hand into her needy pussy. Her hips jolt forward, leaning into the bliss of having her pussy degraded. “That’s it, ride my hand. You like that, don’t you?”

Stubbornness takes over her face. She wants to say yes, but she won’t.

I take my free hand, spanking her again, this time on her pussy, and she fucking wails in pleasure.

“That’s it pretty girl, come for me.”

She tilts her head, forcing her gaze off me. “No.”

Liar.

Needy whimpers fall from her lips, contradicting her words. I smack her wet, needy cunt again before I curl my fingers into her tight warmth. She moves with my touch, fucking my hand. We move together in perfect synchrony, eyes locked on one another's, working towards her release.

“I can’t believe you broke in,” she pants, her orgasm cresting.

I lick my lips, trying to stifle the grin on my face. “I can’t believe you faked passing out.”

“Yeah, well,” she moans, “maybe I should be an actress. I’m good at faking things,” she whines as I drive my hand into her deeper, harder, just how she fucking likes it.

“Well, I know that you aren’t faking this,” I grin with lustful pride just as a moan splits the air, accompanying the wet squirt of arousal that slicks my hand as she sprays her sweet release onto it.

Fuck. A bratty Zeppelin fan who’s also a squirter. I’m fucked.

I leave my hand in her, letting her ride the high of her release, not sure what feisty and vile thing will come out of her mouth next. Staring at her, I notice the ease that just took over her face from coming vanishes abruptly as footsteps stomp from behind us. Time suddenly slows down. Confused, I move toturn around, but I'm stopped by a scratchy cloth being pressed over my face. I shift my gaze to where a masked man stands at the side of the bed, forcing an identical cloth over her mouth. Our eyes meet for a second, and all I can hear as I begin to fade into the darkness is an unrecognizable voice murmuring “he wasn’tsupposed to be here” before the darkness swallows us whole…together.

THIRTEEN

I attempt to drown out the pitiful, gargling cries that scratch at the intercom speaker as I study the crossed-off names on the clipboard.

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