Page 21 of Dollface

“Oh, they glow.” I release his lip, smiling softly while looking at the worn cubes. “Green?” I ask him as he nods, only half paying attention, as he’s focused mainly on my mouth.

“My blood is coating your lips,” he says, his voice low and feral. I gaze up at him, running my tongue along my lips, tasting his blood, enjoying the metallic flavor of him. He almost moans while his large hands re-adjust their bruising hold on my thighs as he glances to his growing cock beneath his pants. “I didn’t think I could get any harder.” His voice isn’t like his at all. It’s lower, slower, almost drugged, and with every word, I feel my center tighten more and more. Time to stop being such a virgin.

“Wanna play a game?” I ask, his eyes snapping to my button gaze as I wiggle the dice in my hand.

“Oh? What are we rolling for?” he asks, grinning as his eyes sparkle with eagerness.

“Even number means we stop.” He groans at my words. “Odd means you have sex with me.”

He lets out a low chuckle of surprise, “Ohhh... dangerously high stakes there, dollface.”

“Go big or go home, right?” He smirks, taking the dice, about to roll when he stops and looks at them.

Holding them to my mouth, he raises a brow. “For good luck,” he winks. I think he wants me to blow, but am taken by surprise when he grips my jaw, opening my mouth forcefully. He drops the dice in my mouth before running his tongue over my bottom lip, cleaning off the remnants of his smeared blood. I let out a soft exhale, my body tingling as he does so.

“Be a good girl and suck on those for me. Can you do that, dollface?” Oh, I can, and I do. I roll them around in my mouth before hollowing my cheeks, sucking the dice clean before slowly popping them out individually and placing them in his hand. My eyes stare up at him as I leave my mouth open, saliva dripping from my lip onto his open palm. The corners of my lips curl as I raise a brow.

“Let me roll odd or I’ll fucking cheat, I swear,” he growls before rolling the dice. He spins us around, gracefully laying me on the cold floor as a glowing moth ignites and flutters away. Feverishly, he unzips my dark dress, sliding it from my body until I’m left wearing only the thin silk nightdress, my tights, and platform shoes. He kisses me, looking up at his roll. A sinful smirk pulls at his lips as he looks back down, his hand gripping my neck as he leans in close and whispers into my ear.

“Seven. You’remine, dollface.” My eyes flicker with excitement. “Before I fuck yousenselessly,” he leans back, his hand firmly in place around my neck as I gasp softly for air, “there are three rules.”Rules? Is this normal for sex?Firefly holds up his free hand, pointing a single finger to the sky as he remains on his knees, straddling my waist. “Number one. Things may be a bit painful at first, but that’s normal. If it becomes too much, you tell me to stop, okay?” I nod, slightly excited and nervous by the idea of sex hurting. “Number two.” He holds his second finger up. “Don’t be scared to do whatever feels right to you. If you feel the urge to do something,” he grins, “do it.” I nodagain.Odd, but okay. “I mean it, dollface. I don’t judge or mind getting tossed around like a ragdoll.” He winks.

“And number three?” I ask sheepishly, my core burning at the wait.

Firefly slowly leans forward, his lips hovering above my skin as his hot breath makes it tingle and come alive. He takes his time, making his way to my mouth, smiling as I lightly gasp, struggling to focus. “Don’t be quiet.” His voice falls to a low growl as his fingers dig deeper into my neck, my body instantly curving into his as if it’s the most natural thing to do in response to him. His eyes darken as he grins, the glow of his face almost burning my eyes as he kisses me, speaking into my mouth. “I mean it, Blue. If you like something or want me to do more—” He runs his snake-like tongue along the top of my mouth as I widen it, inhaling his breath. “Say it. I want to heareverything.” He pulls my throat, forcing my head closer to him as my hands travel along his bare back, feeling his skin. “Every moan and whimper. I better hear them. In here, we do whatever we fucking want with no regrets.”

My body has a mind of its own, my hips thrusting toward him, aching to feel the pressure of him between my legs. Firefly smiles, beaming down at me. “Atta girl. Now,” he releases my neck, air rushing my lungs, drying my throat out as he runs his hand along the curves of my body and grips my thigh, yanking me close. “Let’s take things a little slow.”Slow?He delicately unlatches my platform shoes, tossing them aside before he yanks my tights from my legs in one swift motion.

He laughs lightly, reading the sadness and impatience across my face. “Trust me, dollface,” he lifts my leg, placing it over his shoulder, kissing my bare ankle. “I don’t exactly want to take my time, but I promise,” his tongue glides across my skin, lingering over my stitches as it slowly snakes toward my knee, “when I’m finished with you, you’ll never forget your first time.”

His eyes meet mine, watching my face as it twists in a burning pleasure, reacting to the way he handles me. His tongue continues as he moves toward my inner thigh, his head dipping beneath the hem of my thin nightdress. My hands reach out, touching his hair as his mouth moves to my center, his hot breath hitting my aching pussy.I want to feel him closer, inside me.Deciding to obey his rules, I relax and allow myself the freedom to explore rule number two. Following my instincts, I let my fingers curl, weaving through his dark hair, nudging him closer.

Firefly exhales, nudging my throbbing clit with his nose, his tongue immediately following as I whimper loudly, jolting in response as if I have been shocked, my pussy dripping with the desire to be fed. He grabs my other leg, placing it over his shoulder as he tugs, my body slamming into his face as his tongue pushes against me, licking my wetness. My hands squeeze his hair as my limbs tighten, a soft cry escaping my lips. I know he can feel and hear my pleasure, groaning into me as he pushes his tongue inside, his hands gripping my legs, seemingly enjoying himself as I continue to drip with a burning hunger. More. I want more.

“Stop,” I wheeze, my heart racing from his hot tongue.

Firefly halts, his body stiffening as he slowly removes his tongue and lifts his head. His mouth is wet, glistening in the glow of his tattoos. “What did you say?” He seems almost shocked—confused by my demand.

I lower my legs, sitting up as one of the dainty straps of my nightgown falls to my elbow. I can’t help but stare at the notorious Boogeyman sitting before me, on all fours, beautiful and ready to take me. It’s almost empowering, knowing he’s down here only for me.

His eyes burn into mine, waiting for me to explain myself. “I—” My eyes fall to the floor as nerves set in. “I don’t mean forus to stop—you know. Just that...” I bite my lower lip.How do I explain how I feel?I want to experience everything, to feel everything. As much as I like what he’s doing, I want to do more. I don’t want to be like any other person he’s been with. I want my first time to be memorable for us both.

His hand gently touches my chin, moving it to face up at him. “Rule number two.”

I nod. “I-I just want to do everything.”

Firefly’s nervousness melts away, and a sinister grin takes its place. “Not sure we could fit it all in one go, I am but a man, dollface, but I’m willing to give it a go or die trying.”

“Not everything-everything!” I shout, slapping his chest as embarrassment fills me. “But... ” I glance at his bare chest, allowing my fingers to trace the etched designs, admiring his built frame. I half want to throw him back and lick the color from his flesh. Firefly watches my hands, breathing heavily as he wipes his face. “I wish my skin was like yours.” The words fall from my lips as faint whispers.

He watches me, a spark flickering across his irises. “As long as you remember rule number one.” He grabs my hand, running it down his chest, reaching beneath his pants until his cock is firmly in my grasp, flexing at our sudden contact. Instinctively, I try to pull away, almost frightened by the size of it—but he tightens his grip, forcing my hand to stay still.

“Don't be scared of it,” he teases. “My cock doesn’t bite—though I can.” He leans forward, brushing my hair aside, exposing my shoulder as he kisses me, opening his mouth as his teeth dig into my stitched flesh. My eyes bulge, and my throat burns from the rush of air as I inhale sharply, liking the gentle pain. My hand accidentally flexes, causing me to squeeze his cock rougher than I mean to, his body jerking as he bites me harder, moaning into my skin, kissing me.

“Sorry!” I whine, thinking I’m doing something wrong.

“Don’t be,” he rasps, releasing me from his clenched jaw. “Some of us enjoy pain.” Firefly continues to guide my hand, moving it toward the end of his cock, the tip wet and dripping, allowing my hand to move easily along him. Curious, I squeeze him again, a spark inside me flickering as his body tenses, a moan escaping him.

“How do you know... if you like pain?” He opens his mouth, his tongue snaking along my jawline.

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