“With fucking pleasure, little hummingbird,” he says between movements. Coming up for breath is not something he wants to do anytime soon, as he grabs my other ass cheek again and pushes my pussy even closer to his mouth. With the pointy tip of his tongue, he thrusts inside of me, and just like that, he is playing with my clit.
My moans and cries bounce off the walls, leaving no corner untouched. And the wet sounds from my cunt are just the cherry on top.
M is eating me alive as he licks, sucks, and motorboats me. He gives me one languid stroke with his tongue, and I come apart. I nearly buckle down because of how intense my orgasm is, but he doesn’t let me fall. I grab his shoulders, but he grabs my hands and has me leaning on them.
He is fucking strong because he is steadying while continuing to eat me out even as I come hard.
“M, clean up my fucking release.” He does as he is told. He licks everything up in and around my clit. After a minute, he is done, and he lets go of my hands, and before I drop down to the floor, he grabs me and puts my head onto his lap.
When I look up at him, I feel unbridled joy because I feel like I have finally let the beast out that was caged in for far too long.
“See, was that so hard?” he asks me as he moves away one strand of hair from my forehead.
“Thank you. I really mean it.”
“You can use me every single day for your perverted ideas.”
“You are giving me so much while I still have the feeling that I don’t know much about you.” My mind switches back to thatold meI’m used to. Fuck, I almost forgot that this was the whole point. I need to get to know him.
“What do you want to know?”
“For starters, what’s your real name?” My question makes his expression go serious, and he shakes his head slightly.
“I want to give you my real name, but only a handful of people know it,” he explains to me.
“You don’t trust me?”
“I do. Wait, let me explain this.” He presses a kiss against my forehead before he continues. “Myrealname I only reserve for people who truly love me.”
Fuck. My. Life.
“And you are not there yet, but you will be.” He winks at me, and I think I detect a hint of sadness, maybe?
“M—” He puts a finger on my lips and shushes me.
“It’s okay. My name is dear to me because my mom gave me that name.” Now we are getting somewhere. “My mom was the best mom in the world. She had a pretty traumatic childbirth with me, and the doctor who helped her was amazing, apparently.”
“Really? I’m happy that your mom was like a hero to you and that the doctor helped her.”
“Yes, and thank you. Apparently, I had some complications when I was born, but the doctor never gave up on me. So she named me after him.”
“That’s really sweet and powerful.”
“It is. That’s why I don’t give my real name out that easily.Mis easy enough to remember.”
“What doesMstand for exactly?”
“Mahnit.1 I thought it was fitting.” Of course he pickedthatword. I sit up.
“How was your dad?” I ask him. M huffs as he tries not to laugh out of frustration and anger.
“That’s a story for a different day,” he says. He gets up and offers me his hand, which I happily accept. “Let’s have breakfast.”
The rest of the day goes by in a haze of tranquility and normalcy—a rare occurrence I’m not accustomed to. Even though he has shown me how to be more like myself, I can’t forget why I’m doing all ofthis.
1."Mad"in the Bosnian language. It also has other meanings.
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