Page 53 of Wings of Strife
“I know, firefly. I’ll give you what you need.”
I tear off her sports bra, tipping her back and sucking a pebbled nipple into my mouth. She gasps as I tease her with my teeth, knowing exactly how she likes it.
When I switch to her other nipple, her moans fill the space around me. The way she grinds down on me, I know she’s close to tipping over the edge. As much as I want her to come all over my cock, there’ll be time for that after. For now, I just need her to fall apart.
Thrusting up to meet her grinding hips, I pinch one nipple and swirl my tongue over the other before sucking just a bit harder than I’d previously done until she stiffens beneath me for a microsecond as bliss takes control.
Her hips cease their movement but I don’t let up, grinding against her and prolonging her orgasm tenfold. She’s come so hard, the crotch of her leggings is soaked, and fuck if the sight doesn’t make me almost cream my pants as well.
“I need inside of you, firefly, but I can’t let you go. I’ll never be able to let you go.”
She pulls me up so that our lips meet, grinding on me again, and I think I might just lose my mind. With a growl, I stand with her still held against my dick and then slowly lower her to the floor.
“Take them off before I destroy them.” I barely manage to get the words out as I pull my own clothes off, tossing them to the floor without a single care for where they fall.
She peels the soaked fabric of her pants down, revealing her drenched panties slick with her arousal and I drop to my knees, desperate for a taste. Her sweet scent fills my nose as I lap up her juices, thrusting my tongue over her clit until she’s moaning my name, desperately close to coming again.
“I can never get enough of you,” I tell her. She whimpers as I bare her completely and lick her slit one last time. “On your knees on the bench. Face the mirror.”
She follows my command without question, and I stare at the beauty in front of me. The soft curves of her hips, her sleek back and plump ass. Without realizing it, I’ve advanced toward her. I stroke my cock, watching her give up on waiting for me to make a move and reach back to play with the metal barbel at the tip of my dick. Fuck. She turns to me, need filling her eyes, her thighs glistening with desire, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I don’t want any barriers between us. Not even a millimeter of space. So I step forward until my dick presses against her and groan when it slides easily between her thighs. I thrust a few times, letting my tongue explore her mouth while my hands roam over her body, pulling her hair, tweaking her nipples, and grazing over her swollen clit.
“I’m going to fuck you now, but I can’t promise it’ll be gentle. Can you handle me rough, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Please, Theo. I need—”
Her words cut off as the tip of my cock presses into her tight pussy and I swear the world tilts. I press in further, revelingin her stretching around my thickness, her core pulsing and spasming already.
“Take more of me, firefly. I know you can do it. Fuck. Just like that.” As I fully seat myself inside her, our eyes meet and I press a gentle kiss to her lips.
“You are so perfect,” I whisper, giving her every ounce of softness I have before my hips thrust forward like I want to destroy her. And maybe I do want to, for as surely as she destroys me, I want to be the cause of her own ruination. I want to bear witness to her crumbling apart by my touch alone.
I’m gripping her hips, probably too tight, but I’m past the point of being able to loosen my hold. I pull her back to meet my powerful thrusts. Her mouth falls open, a silent scream leaving her as each pump of my hips brings her ever closer to yet another release. And when she floods against my cock, I know I won’t last long.
My balls tighten. I grunt. But by the grace of the Archangels, I manage to hold off my release a little longer.
“You can come for me again, can’t you, baby? Just one more. Please. I need you to fall apart with me.” The words sound unhinged, but I don’t care.
I shift my hips, and when I sink in again with hard, desperate thrusts, I know I’m hitting that special place inside because her eyes roll back, body tightening for a split second before she loses control at the same moment I do. We’re thrown down a tunnel of bliss, the light in the room seeming to expand and shatter all at once as I fill her sweet pussy with my cum, while her inner walls grip onto me like she never wants to let me go.
And I hope she never, ever does.
23
Monday started off with a bang in Uriel’s class. Despite how fast I could fly on that island with the guys, I was back to being a slowpoke on the obstacle course, and the asshole professor refused to let up on my torture. To make matters worse, a few of the Fallen students went out of their way to shove me against the wall around almost every turn, or corner me into hitting an obstacle.
Fuckers. All of them.
The rest of my day didn’t get much better. Harold the Herold put out another article, and if I was under any indication that the tides were turning in my favor, he went ahead and shat all over that idea. It shouldn’t have surprised me that the entire article was filled with names I’d recognize as Uriel’s little minions, all of whom were vying for my immediate expulsion.
Principal Cael hasn’t called me into his office yet, but I won’t be shocked when he does. Enough students have mentioned making complaints to their parents, who I’m sure will bring those forth to the principal. It’s only a matter of time.
Part of me wishes I could tell them the truth about what I really am, but at this point I’m not even sure it would change anything. Nothing says they’d believe me or even care to alter their opinion of me. Sometimes hating someone gets so ingrained in who you are, it’s harder to shake than just continue on as before.
Now that classes are done, Dina and I have tucked ourselves away in the cave to complete our homework while we wait for the others to join us. Her dad’s been harping on her to keep her grades up, and I hate knowing that it’s my fault they slipped in the first place. As soon as we’re done talking about the absolute necessities, I promised her we’d go right back to school work.
Just as I finish writing the conclusion for my Chronicles of Silver City assignment, Mira walks through the cave entrance.
