Page 24 of Dollface

He shoots forward, gripping my throat roughly, forcing me to look at him. “Oh, no, you don’t.” His tongue slithers along mine. “I let you have one already. The next one ismine.” He falls from my body, a soft whimper leaving my lips as he rolls me to my hands and knees, lifting my backside high.

“Wha—” I cry out as he roughly pushes deep inside me, gripping my hips as he begins to pound into me. My body rocks back and forth, my knees and elbows scraping along the floor as he fucks me from behind, holding nothing back, his nails digging into me, leaving small, crescent-shaped reminders of what we’ve done, the lines we’ve crossed. I fight against my orgasm, trying to hold it back as long as I can, but between his relentless fucking and my pierced nipples scratching the floor, I’m completely powerless over my body.

My head rises as an unrecognizable and feral cry leaves my body. I feel myself coming all over him, but this time is different, as I feel the liquid shoot from my body and hear how much wetter everything is as my pussy clenches around his dick. The room once again blooms with color, waves of euphoria washing over me as I continue to pulse around him.

“Fuck!” he yells, slamming harder into me. “That’s my girl, gushing all over me, you filthy little doll. Fucking yes!” His praises amp me up even though my body feels limp.

Firefly must sense that I’m unable to hold myself up any longer, as he spins me around and captures my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he stands, as if my added weight is nothing. He slams my back against a fluorescent-colored, bug-covered wall, their blood and guts coating us as he drives himself deeper.

“You’re fucking breathtaking,” he grunts as he lifts my legs over his arms to rest in the crooks of his elbows. I lull my head to the side, crying at each thrust as I feel the pressure building again. “Oh no, you don’t. Hey, eyes on, me dollface,” he orders, slamming into me rougher to emphasize his demand. I look at him weakly.

“I can’t again,” I whine, but even as I say it and my colorful world is dimming, I know I want him to make me see the color again.

“Really?” He pants, a bead of sweat running down his temple, smearing the fluorescent guts painted across his skin. “Come on, pretty girl, I know you got one more in there just for me. Let’s see if we can set it free.” He smirks as his thrusts become faster and more erratic. I scream with every rough invasion as my fluids rush from me again.

“Oh noooo... ” I whimper as the tightness and fire builds back up.

“That’s it,” he praises, pressing into me. “You look right the fuck at me. Don’t you dare look away.” My gaze locks with his as I open my mouth, releasing a primal shriek as my body gives in to another orgasm.

Firefly’s jaw goes slack as he watches me. His head begins to roll back, and I grip his hair roughly. “Don’t you dare look away,” I rasp out, and he loses it. He roars my name as hedelivers one final thrust, as his warm come fills me to the point that it seeps from my pussy, mixing with mine. We sit there, frozen in the moment, as we collect our breathing and allow our hearts to calm. I feel woozy, drunk on the high of how my body feels—I’m so sore and sensitive and love every second of it as I watch the color around me. He slows, still gliding back and forth, panting as he squeezes my backside before laying us on the ground. “Fuck,” he breathes, resting his sweaty forehead against mine. “Your pussy—it’s fucking phenomenal.” He runs a finger along my clit as I arch my back, moaning at the overwhelming sensation.

Firefly kisses my lips before reluctantly pulling away, his cock dropping from my body, causing me to whimper at the loss. As I lay on the ground, my arms and legs shake, and I feel like a newly hatched butterfly. The needles and piercings in my flesh ache as I shift to gaze at him, his chest glistening with sweat as he stares at me, smiling. A new glow catches my attention, my eyes trailing to his cock as I notice bright green and blue liquid coating him. His gaze follows mine as he brushes his sweat-slicked hair back. “Interesting, isn’t it? Your come is blue, and mine is green.”

The color of the room fades back to its usual dullness, leaving only him, glowing and on display. My Firefly. If this is how sex feels, I want it every day, every hour, with him.Always.

Chapter 8

Firefly

“F-Firefly!” I smirk at her name for me as she arches against my mouth, my tongue twisting and flipping around her throbbing clit.That’s right, dollface. Scream my name. I grip her thighs as her legs tremble beneath my hands, another orgasm rolling through her tight body that I greedily lap up. Fuck, she tastes so good. It has to be a sin to consume something this delicious. I look up as her dreamy smile tugs at her full lips, and I know she’s seeing color.

It’s interesting; Blue can see color if I’m exposed, or during an orgasm, making the last couple of days quite entertaining. My cock has never been so sore, and that’s saying something. We’ve had to make do with what we could. I can’t have her over at my treehouse all the time. Those assholes who linger around might start something, and I still don’t know if or what the Spinster can see through Blue’s eyes, so I come to her. It’s easier and much more private. Plus, we can be as loud as we want without having to worry about an unwanted audience. We’ve taken to boarding up the windows in the upstairs office of her home, ensuring that I can be fully naked without others seeing me, but glowing perfectly just for her. Right now though, I never thought I’d say this but, I need to let my dick rest.

Blue is addicted. To sex or the color, I don’t know, but she won’t stop, and though my stamina is high, even I need a cool-down period. For me being her only sexual adventure, she sure seems to have an appetite, much like my own. So, here we are– her spread out on the old, dusty desk, legs over my shoulders, while I sit in this chair and enjoy my fucking feast.

“How many orgasms do you think you can have before it kills you?” I muse while nipping the inside of her thigh. I might be enjoying myself a little too much.

“I-I don’t know,” she dreamily pants, “but I’m willing to find out. Y-you know, for science.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. Blue’s funny as fuck, filled with this fiery spark that flickers with attitude. It's kind of sad, though, because I rarely see it. Blue is very shy and unsure of herself. She has little confidence and seems damaged—unlike any other creation. Her fire shows up every now and then, but it’s always short-lived, snuffed out by her lingering trauma. I want to see more of it, I want to experience more of her, but that kind of pain is rooted far into her being, and not so easily forgotten. Honestly, it reminded me of myself.

I shake my head, pushing the dark thoughts away and begin sliding her legs off my shoulders. I grip her hips and move her off the desk and onto my lap. I can’t help but smirk while watching her breasts bounce at the movement, her nipples still tender and healing from our little piercing session.

“You’re so pretty.” Her words startled me. I jerk back to look up at her as her fingers graze my cheek.

“Huh?” is my intelligent response, causing her to giggle. The sound is... well, it’s beautiful. It’s a soothing, sweet melody I’m not used to hearing. The first time she made that noise, I was so startled, I felt like I needed to get as far away from her as possible. Fuck, maybe I still do. I’m supposed to be making herfall in love with me, and here I am, enjoying the sound of her laughter.

“Isaid, you’re really pretty.” I let out a huff, unsure of how to respond. Not many women have called me pretty. Honestly, I think Havoc is the only other one besides Blue.Pretty bug.That’s what she calls me. Fucking annoying, really. “Don’t play shy,” she scolds, tapping the tip of my nose. “You know you are.”

“Am what? Pretty? No, I don’t think anyone has ever looked at the Boogeyman and thought, ‘Wow, there’s a pretty monster’.” I rolled my eyes, tsking.

“I’m not looking at the Boogeyman.” She leans in, her lips brushing over mine softly. “I’m looking at my Firefly, and he is no monster. Misunderstood, sure, but not a monster.” God, she knows exactly what to say.

“You have no idea how wrong you are—fuck—” I whimper as her small, delicate hand wraps around my aching cock. I gotta give it to him, he’s dead yet still getting hard. I’m not sure I have ever enjoyed sex as much as I have recently. Blue raises up, angling my cock at her wet entrance before sitting back down. I roll my head back at the tight, warm feeling.

“You are a problem,” I chuckle weakly through my moan as she grinds against me.

“Not all problems are bad,” she pants while gripping my hair and tugging it roughly. The way she embraced our rules, taking control and doing as she pleased... How am I not supposed to melt at the aggressive dominance? I liked it, probably a little too much.

“Fuck!” I stand up and lay her on the desk again so I can thrust into her deeper, selfishly wanting more. “Goddamn it, I want to stay buried in this pussy forever.”

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