Page 44 of Slaughtered Firefly
“You’re right,” I pulled her breasts free from the bra she’s been wearing and kneaded them between my fingers. She let out a short gasp of pleasure before swatting at my hands. “I will never be a knight, but if you don’t go willingly, I will chain you up and drag you and your sins away,” I forced her hands up and above her head as I stood. “So what will it be?”
The longer you contained a firefly in a jar, the quicker it suffered, and then soon enough its light would go out. Summer’s light would never dim while she was with me. Despite my feelings of uncertainty with a kid in the mix, I would let her come to that realization soon enough.
“I’ll go with you,” she sighed.
My lips smashed into hers in a frantic, needy kiss. I didn’t want to focus on what had to be done, how many hours I’d spend worrying just so she would be safe. Ultimately, knowing that she would never be fully safe while the monsters that created her still consumed the same air as her. I wanted the moment to be about us in the here and now. She felt that desperate man I was in the moment and relinquished her control to me.
Her arms wrapped around my head as her tongue danced against mine. My hand gripped the back of her thigh as I lifted her up and walked us towards the bedroom, our lips never parting for more than a few seconds to inhale. Her lips were my addiction and my fix all in one. Her body ground against mine, and I groaned as my sweatpants tightened under her. My little firefly knew exactly how to make me feral for her, and this was that moment.
I shoved open the door to the bedroom and forcefully set her down on the bed. I didn’t want our lips to part, but if I didn’t get her out of that sexy t-shirt bra or those leggings, I would explode. She whined when our lips parted but helped me shimmy her out of her leggings. When her foot caught at the top, I lost it. I ripped up the inside of the legging; my mouth went watery at the sight of her lack of underwear. “Still just as naughty as ever, my firefly.” I dropped to my knees, forcing her legs apart. Torn between what to taste first, I licked her engorged clit, testing her sensitivity. Her hand grabbed the back of my head in a plea to keep going, and I obliged. Gently grasping the bud between my lips, I flicked and licked against it. Her gasps and moans only encouraged me. I wanted her to know that as much as she enjoyed the pleasure that I lived for it. My soft bite on her clit as I suctioned on her bud was so delicious, she could keep me captive between her legs and I would be her willing victim.
She pushed and pulled against me, fighting off the tightening of her core. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. I slipped two fingersinside her, feeling for that soft, sponge section of her inner walls. She cried out, her hips bucked as she fended off the orgasm, but I wasn’t stopping. Pumping my fingers in tune with my tongue as it swirled against her, my excitement grew as I continued to push her closer and closer to the edge. There was just something so mesmerizing about Summer as she came. I basked in her orgasm, slowing to work her over and let her glow in the high. She was a goddess at the moment, and I was her devoted worshiper.
“Holy fuck, I missed sex,” she panted, and I furrowed my eyebrow.
“You mean to tell me you hadn’t since this?” I gestured to her bump, not believing a word. Her face reddened as she shook her head. I groaned, sinking my head back into her wet heat, relishing the taste of her. I don’t know why it made me happy to know she hadn’t in months, but it was like a weight had been lifted from my chest. Everything just felt right in the moment, and my tongue lapped at her fresh release in need. Every moment was mine and mine alone. She may not have told me in the beginning, but to hear that she hadn’t had any pleasure felt like punishment enough. My sexy little firefly depriving herself of her one true escape. We both knew that despite the fucked-up way she had been introduced to sex, she craved it; it was like water after a long day. She enjoyed the pleasure, the pain and the high of it. The words that marred her perfect skin were worn with pride; she owned it. She basked in the knowledge that she got under his skin so much that he branded her. I didn’t understand the twisted inner workings of her mind, and I never would. I just hoped that one day Summer would realize that she carved her own path.
My face melted into hers once again as I claimed her. Her juices coated my chin as I circled my tongue around her throbbing clit. “Ahhh,” she gasped in protest and pleasure. Iknew she was too sensitive from the fresh orgasm, but I didn’t care; soon her body would adjust to it, and she’d be craving more. I plunged my fingers back into her, and she arched her hips, causing her clit to grind against my face. She tasted divine, just like always, but that didn’t stop this fever of need that brewed within me. My cock strained in my pants. I groaned into her, and she shivered against the vibrations as they rumbled through her. Her breathy moans caught in her throat as she struggled with another impending orgasm. I let her ride my fingers, getting off on them as I pushed against her g spot. Her protests, long forgotten, had morphed into pleas and curses. “Cole, if you don’t fuck me right now I will loose my mind.”
Summer never had to tell me twice. I withdrew my fingers, and she whimpered with need. “How do I — ”
“Same as always, just don’t crush me in the process” she laughed out loud, and I licked my lips. Her legs wrapped around mine as I lined my cock with her entrance, still unsure if I would be jolting that kid with the whole fucking, I didn’t have a second thought as she pulled me closer; my cock sunk into her pussy. I groaned at the tightness.
“Fuck woman,” the words were incoherent thoughts that slipped past my lips at the heaven I was blessed with. Her pussy was tight, almost too tight. I was afraid to move. She whined in protest, trying to angle her pussy so more would enter. Her greedy cunt was never satisfied until it was filled with as much cock as she wanted. I moved slowly, my dick stretched her walls with a measured pace. I was totally clueless as to whether I needed to be extra careful or not, so I watched her body for cues.
When my cock sank to the hilt, she was gasping and pulling at my arms. I leaned over her. The angle penetrated more of her, and she looked at me with those ocean eyes. eyes, they called to me like a siren. Her lips parted, and her tongue darted out of her mouth to wet them. The need consumed me as my handgripped the back of her hair, pulling her into a kiss. I swallowed her moan as her hips pushed against me, her swollen belly warm against my abdomen. It was an unusual feeling. I stilled inside her, unsure if I was okay to move. Part of me saddened that I wasn’t the cause of her pregnancy; it was a jealousy that stole my breath. Someone had taken the choice away from me. Rage broiled within me with that thought. Summer placed her hand on my cheek, tamping down the emotional storm within me. Her kiss was like sunshine after a cloudy day; it was an apology and yet not. My mind warred with the thought of her infidelity. Regardless of her choice in the matter, it should have been our decision. But as her lips pleaded with mine, and our bodies tangled together, the anger didn’t feel so overwhelming. I pivoted my hips, making her gasp in pleasure as my focus turned back to the here and now.
“Tell me you want this, I need you to hear you say it,” I kissed her with a frantic frenzy; it was begging for her reassurance. Her lust-filled eyes caught mine, and she nodded her head yes. She was so damn sexy I was just luck enough to be the one she chose, and if my goddess asked me to sacrifice myself for her, I would do it a thousand times over if it pleased her.
“Yes, I want — ”
Her last word morphed into a moan as I plowed into her. My hips withdrew only to slam back into her. I felt my balls tighten as her pussy sucked my cock in like it was its favorite treat. Her walls encased my dick as her juices coated me. I moaned into her lips as I palmed her breasts. They had definitely gotten larger since I had last been with her. The pinks of her nipples protruded under my light pulls. I needed her like I need to breathe. There was nothing that could satisfy the-ever growing ache for her. I wanted to bask in her warmth as I thrust into her beautiful tight pussy. With one hand on her clitoris massaging and the other cradling her nipple between my thumband forefinger, she was moaning with the stimulation. Her pussy squelched in protest as I continued my assault. The sound echoed off the walls as our skin slapped together — her pussy clenched my dick as I gyrated my hips into her. “Fuck baby, you just keep getting better at taking my cock,” I groaned into her hair.
“You feel so full, I don’t think I can take much more before I come,” she panted. It spurred me on, and I would have come right then if I hadn’t been focused on milking her pleasure out of her. She screwed up her face, her breath caught in her lungs, trying desperately to fight off the pleasure or intensify it; I wasn’t sure.
“Breathe little firefly, breath for me,” I commanded. Summer inhaled, and I swear I saw stars with how her walls fastened around me. We both felt it; her shaky inhale pulled everything to attention, and it was my turn to lose my breath. My thrusts were short and quick. My need to make her orgasm one last time seized me as I fought my own release. “Come for me baby,” I urged as the dizziness sank into my head. Everything just felt so right.
“Unnnnghhh, Cole I can’t — ” her moan spilled out as her release gushed over my pelvis. The heat and tightness of her was too much; a few more pumps, and I was lost too. Her body withered against mine as I worked her through our release. My cock stiffened against her throbbing pussy. I withdrew from her seeing the cum splotches on the side of the bed; it was a sight I would never tire of as I helped her to her feet. “I really enjoyed that but my bladder is screaming bloodied murder and my legs are quaky,” she whined, and I laughed, half carrying her to the bathroom so she could relieve herself. I turned on the faucet to the tub and dumped a generous amount of bubble soap into it. Once she was done, I picked her up, pulled the ripped leggings off, and depositing and guided us into the tub. Her back leanedagainst my front as I caressed and massaged her shoulders. She wasn’t coherent enough to have a serious conversation, and I didn’t want to push. So we sat there in comfortable silence as I washed away our sins.
26
SLOB
Present day–July 30th
“Has anyone been to visit minus the lawyer?” I asked the on-duty officer just outside the hospital door. The previous male officer was replaced due to an unfortunate stabbing. ‘That bitch is insane’ he screamed, throwing his badge on the captain’s desk like he was throwing it all away.
“No one, the lawyer left about twenty minutes ago though,” she replied.
“Thanks, take a break, I’ll handle it from here,” I conveyed, and she took off down the hall to the break room.
I tapped on the door before opening it. There wasn’t much to the small room, the hospital staff moved Mia into after her initial exam, discarded by the door was a lunch tray, untouched by the looks of it but put down in haste, the contexts scattered and I grabbed a pudding cup off it. Stashing it in my pocket for later. Mia was asleep, a fry on her stomach and a mostly eaten burger gripped in her hands, mustard leaked out onto the hospital gown.Talk about a food coma.
I stepped on something soft as I entered, looking down to see a pair of socks. Great, the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of being with, and she’s a slob. I mean the enemy part — I could deal with it. She just needed some persuasion. But this was disgusting. I frowned, looking at several medical items moved further from the bed; it was like putting things out of reach for a toddler.
Further into the room I stepped, and approached the bed frame, she snored. It wasn’t an obnoxious sound but a cute, light tune. I gently unlocked the cuff from her hand, noticing the irritation and bloodstains where she had tried numerous times to get out. A frown crossed my face. She must hate being chained down. I knew that feeling all too well. Dr. Wellington would be taking the catheter out soon, anyway. I couldn’t keep her restricted to a bed anymore, but I couldn’t believe I wasletting a known killer free. I mean, we’ve all had a murder spree at one point, but she just happened to be caught. I grabbed the fry off her and placed it back with the rest of the uneaten ones. When I went to pull the burger from her grip, she growled at me. Her eyes flew open, a brief fear encased them before she yanked herself upright.
“What do you want?” spite rose in Mia’s question.
