“I’m going to fuck you.”
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“Do you want to meet my cock tonight?” he asked.
Oh! It was happening! It was finally happening!
Stay calm. Stay calm.
“Yes!” I screamed.
“Gah.” He jerked. “Relax.”
“I’m relaxed. I’m relaxed. I’m relaxed.”
My lower lip quivered…from fear or excitement, I did not know. I just needed to move my hips, needed to feel his skin on mine, I needed to sink my teeth into him and eat him and drink him and drown in him.
“Princess.” His fingers brushed down my cheek, trying to find me in the dark. “My cock isn’t going to fit inside of you. I need you wet, soaking wet, if we’re going to make this work.”
“Sounds good.”
“I’m going to make you come first.”
I kept the knife at his throat. “I can’t let you move. You’re mine.”
I heard a smirk. “Yeah, Delphine, I’m yours.”
“You…you just said my name.”
With the knife at his throat, he slowly pulled me up to sitting, vigilant of not letting himself escape my weapon. Tugging me by my hips, he set me on the edge of the mattress and knelt between my legs on the floor, doing it slowly enough so that I could keep the blade under his throat.
His fingers dallied up to my underwear and he slipped them down my legs, and off my feet and parted my thighs, opening them up.
Now with myself bare to him, my chest thumped with electricity.
He moved my hand that held the knife to the back of his neck. “You don’t want to prick yourself,” he said.
Now holding the blade at the back of his neck, I looked down, trying to find him in the dark, seeing only a mess of black hair. “What—”
He dove his mouth onto me.
I lost a sigh.
He kissed, he sucked, he plunged his tongue, he grazed his teeth in all the places I needed him to graze and soon his fingers worked me. Not one finger, he slipped in two and stretched me and pumped me while he sucked on my clit.
Furious with the building bliss, with my free hand I threaded my fingers through his scalp and bunched up a fistful of his black messy hair, forcing his face into me, keeping the blade locked against the back of his neck.
A muffled chuckle emitted from his mouth, but I did not let him up. I kept him restrained, and he obeyed, sucking and licking and pumping his fingers.
I erupted, losing the knife, flinging myself back onto the bed, grabbing at the sheets and let the wave of frenzy trundle over me. My legs quivered. My heart eclipsed into a clutter. Magnificent. Beautiful.
Dig got up as I expired into satisfaction and lit a candle on the bedside table, bringing a buttery glow to the bedroom.
When I looked up at him through the chaos of my panting, the bliss still echoing through my nerves, my heat reclimbed.
He wore his red heart-shaped sunglasses.
I had just come, but I was ready to come again. And again and again. A thousand times I needed to look upon those silly red heart-shaped sunglasses and feel him deep inside of me thrusting until I was filled up with Dig Graves.
