Page 32 of Dollface

“Hush, dollface,” he states, and I gasp at the intrusion of his thumb in my ass.

“Firefly!” I cry out at the new experience. He removes his thumb and roughly pulls my body towards him, my back flush with his burning chest, his hand covering my mouth. His free hand pulls my dress down as he begins to play with my nipples, tugging them lightly with a soft growl.

“Blue, there are creatures roaming the land above us right now. Do you hear them?” I nod, moaning against his hot palm. “If they hear you, they will find us, and they will kill us, without hesitation. Now, be a good girl and stop screaming.” He knows I can’t; I’m always loud when I come. Firefly smirks, yanking the hanging fabric from the cave ceiling and shoving it into my mouth, causing him to release a feral sound. “Now, get back on your hands and knees.” He releases my breasts, shoving me forward as I land on my hands, the dusty material clogging any sound from my mouth. “Show me that pretty ass of yours.” He slaps my backside, causing me to raise it higher, my muffledgasps silenced. He reinserts his thumb, confusing me.What is he—I scream into the dirty material as his mouth replaces his thumb, his muffled groans shooting through my core. He growls, and I feel it run up my spine, vibrating my bones as I begin to drip at the new pleasing sensations.

“Fucking Christ, you’re a sinner’s wet dream.” He continues to tongue me as his hand finds my drenched pussy. My screams are muffled as he alternates between slapping and rapidly rubbing my clit. I buck against him, and he groans in approval before pulling back and spitting on my ass. “Tell me to stop,” he pants as I feel his wet cock pressing against my backside. I shake my head. I don’t want him to stop. I want all of him, and I want him to have all of me. “I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt.”

I watch from over my shoulder as Firefly angles his cock before slipping it into my ass, clenching his teeth as he bites back all sounds of his enjoyment. The feeling of him forcing himself inside is foreign, and I both want more and to pull away. He answers for me by gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him.

“Fucccck,” he groans while staying buried inside me. “You’re so tight. God, you feel so good,” he whimpers, and I cry out as he slaps my pussy again, reigniting the pleasure. He slowly withdraws before slamming into me with such brutal force that I scoot across the ground, my knees scraping against the rocky surface of the cave. He slams into me again and again, all while playing with my clit, increasing the speed of both his hand and cock. I scream against the now saliva-drenched material as I feel a tight burning sensation, my wetness soaking his fingers.

“Ohhhh, that’s my girl,” he praises while gripping and slapping my ass with his free hand. “I can feel you contracting around me. Are you going to give me that orgasm.” He leans over me slightly, running his tongue across my spine. “Or am I going to have to take it for myself?” He bites into my shoulder,barely piercing the skin as I nod rapidly, pressing against him practically vibrating. “You better not come until I tell you to,” he hisses, his hand moving from my hip to my throat. He yanks me closer to him, and at this angle, it’s all too much. I can’t fight it any longer, panting as sweat begins to roll down my forehead. “Hey!” He slaps my pussy before moving his hand away, causing me to scream out in frustration.

“I own every one of your orgasms,” he grits into my ear, his hot breath burning my cheek. “I tell you when you’re allowed to see color, to find your release. You only come when I say, understand? You get greedy, and we are going to have to stop playing.” I whimper at the thought and nod while resting my head against his chest, sweat now rolling down my front. He’s quick to bend me back over, rutting into me as he starts at my clit again. The tightening is back, and the burn is more intense than before. I feel so close, aching to unleash my painful orgasm. Firefly grunts, followed by a high-pitched whine that nestles in my ears.

“Now,” he pants, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come, Blue. Come for me. Come now— fucking now! Fuck!” he roars as I feel him release inside me, undoing all my restraint. I scream into the material as I come undone, and the world becomes color. I see my blue and yellow hair and the red color of the cloth I’m using as a gag.

He gives me a few final thrusts before resting against my backside, panting uncontrollably. He inhales before pulling out, his cum running down my thighs, mixing with my own. I remove the material from my mouth, saliva soaking it as I spit on the ground. I turn back, looking at him sitting there, his broad chest heaving, fully in color.He’s so beautiful.He leads me to where the trickling sound of water is coming from, and we both use the damp material and small stream to clean ourselves, wiping the excitement and sweat from our bodies.

Firefly lays on the ground, motioning to me. “Come here,” he says, showing me a warm smile. I return the expression and carefully crawl to him, laying against his bare chest. Yes, I’m obsessed with sex, addicted to the color, but this—being close to him—I love this most. If we could, I would choose to stay here, hidden away from the dark world in this cave, just me and my Firefly.

“Firefly? What was that?” I ask, tracing the outline of a spider along his ribs.

“What?” He tilts his head to better look at me.

I bite my lower lip, my cheeks lightly flushed from all the exhaustion and body heat. “W-what you just did to me.”

He laughs softly, his hand resting across my bare breast. “You said you wanted to try it all, and it just felt right in the moment. Did you not like it?”

“N-no, I did!” I whisper loudly, afraid of upsetting him. “I just... I never knew that was possible.” I feel stupid making such a comment.

“Anything is possible when two people like each other.” My eyes flash at his hushed words.

He likes me.

Firefly and I lay together for what feels like hours, silently listening as the Nightmares stomp around in the world above, the sounds of their footsteps eventually fading away. My mind won’t stop going over his words, trying to remember the colors of the cave, trying to stay awake. I want to talk to him, to know more about him. We might be intimate, but I feel like I still don’t fully know him.

“Why do you hate her?” I ask while resting my head on his chest.

“Hate who?” he asks, his voice almost sounding sleepy as he plays with my loose hair.

“The creator.” His body immediately stiffens, as I knew it would at the mention of her presumed name.

“Is it really that hard to figure out? I mean, look what she did to you.” He sits up, forcing me to move off him. “She hurt you, Blue.” His fingers trace the wounds across my mouth.

“I know, but that would be the reason formeto hate her, not you. You've obviously hated her long before me, Firefly.” He stares at me, his face full of annoyance. He really doesn’t want to share this.

“It doesn't matter,” he mutters, dismissing the subject as he stands to get dressed. “I'm going to head out, check to make sure things are clear. I'll come back for you once I have my suit and know it's safe.” I feel as though I upset him. I don’t want him to leave.

“Firefly.” I grab his wrist to hold him to me. “Please, don’t leave. You say it doesn’t matter, but it does. It matters to me,” I say softly. “How is it fair for you to always expect me to tell you everything, to be so open with you, if l you're not willing to do the same?” He shifts uncomfortably while licking his lips, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Please,” I beg softly on my knees, staring up at him.

“I told you,” he rasps, his voice low and thick. “I don't play fair.”

“No, you said theBoogeymandoesn't play fair,” I say as my hand runs up his powerful thighs and over the bulge forming in the front of his pants.

“Blue,” he whispers, his hand gripping the back of my head, his fingers tightening around the strands of my hair, tugging them tightly. “What are you doing?”

I wiggle my knees closer to him while running my fingers delicately over the bulge of his erection. “I want to make you see color too,” I murmur, nuzzling my face against his crotch, making him shiver.

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