Page 115 of Violet

“You know,” I say, pulling her up as I lean over to kiss and nibble at her lips, “for someone who can’t stand being the center of attention, you’re lapping it up right now.”

I sit back, loosening my hand a little, and with my other one I start to slowly stroke myself.

“N-No.”

“Yes, Princess. You’re lapping it up, aren’t you? The star in my world, in my fucking fantasies, that’s you right now.”

“I just want to make you happy.”

I sigh and take one of her hands, and I wrap it around my cock in lieu of my own hand. Little shivers of hot and cold dance over me at that light grip. “Then make me happy, learn how to please me. There’s no formula, just do it.”

I want to push her out into the unknown, see what happens.

“What do I do?”

“Put your mouth on me.”

She doesn’t move, just jerks my dick in delicate strokes that drive me crazy. Then she moves in and starts to lick at me, and I nearly lose my fucking mind.

Her tongue is pleasure, torture, and the promise of something more. It takes everything I have not to direct or instruct as she explores, her other hand coming to my balls to touch and squeeze.

She could go harder, but there’s something in her princess-delicate ways that drives an Alpha out of his head and into rut space.

But I don’t go there. Can’t. I somehow manage to stay away from that madness, just outside it, and I sink down into her ministrations.

The lapping, soothing, torturous tongue, her fingers as they squeeze and glide, and then…

Oh.Fuck.

She opens up her mouth and wraps her lips around my head, her tongue sliding under the edge, along that highly sensitive spot, and she jumps as my cock twitches.

I let go of her and bend over to fist my hands into the sheets as she starts to lick and suck. I’m big so she has to stretch, and I’m cataloguing all the differences with her mouth to her cunt.

Here she’s soft and hard, the dichotomy making me ache more. Her teeth are a scrape against me, and she starts to drool as she takes me so far that I hit the back of her throat.

Soft heat and wetness. Smooth, hard roughness.

The two go together in ways I never thought about, ways I don’t think I’ll now stop obsessing over.

She lurches, coming up and sucking in a deep breath before she goes down again. Up and down, no rhyme to it, no rhythm. And because she doesn’t have an agenda, I’m being fucking tortured.

Violet gets me to a place where the pleasure starts to build and build, and then she abruptly changes, and it dissipates.

If I could bottle her learning technique as a device for sadism, I’d be richer still.

Then something snaps in me. The way she’s drooling, half choking, makes everything so fucking slick I can glide, and I need to be deeper. I need that control.

“Good girl. What a fucking great job, Princess.”

She makes a sobbing sound, and I thrust up, choking it off. I ease her head off me.

“I don’t know what to do.” Her hazel eyes are so big and pleading. Her dark hair is a mess still coiled in my hand, and I fucking love it.

“I’m going to fuck your throat, Princess. I don’t think I can be gentle with it, though. Ready?”

“Yes. I can handle it.”

“Let’s see just how well you please me.”

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