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I cannot call it any other way. He eats me out like I am his last meal, his tongue swiping up and down, circling, penetrating in a frenzy that makes me mad. He sucks my clit and I see stars behind my eyes. He sucks my lips, he sucks every fold, pushing and pulling, but when his tongue reaches inside of me and he circles it around pressing hard on the wall, I know that I will gladly lay myself on silver platter for him. I will put a fucking apple in my mouth if it means that I will be the only meal he has for the rest of his damn life.
My body jerks violently when he suddenly bites down on my clit. I look at him, my eyes and mouth wide open, body still, a scream trapped in my throat. He watches me, a devious smile on his face, eyes promising pleasure, the teeth holding onto my sensitive, swollen clit giving pain. The world around us falls silent, the earth stops spinning, and I feel like he is the one responsible for it. We are completely still, and his eyes seem to be weighing down his options—bite harder or let go?
There is a spark in my pussy, a drop slides down through my folds and as if on cue, his teeth bite harder and the world explodes in a mash-up of sounds I cannot process. My body falls back, his tongue laps at my clit violently and I feel my soul leaving my body when his fingers forcefully enter me, curling straight up to that sensitive spot. It must work like a goddamn self-destruct button because the orgasm ripping through my body takes me by surprise. I am shaking, my pussy tightening around his fingers so hard I can actually feel the curves of his knuckles.
I do not notice when he gets up or when he puts his rough hand around my throat, but when his fingers slide out of my twitching pussy, I am back. His eyes bore into mine as he licks his fingers, then he shuts them for a second like he is savoring the sweetest dessert. He does not linger though. His hand squeezes the sides of my throat harder and when those wet fingers touch my lips, my mouth falls open with my tongue out, and he pushes them inside until he reaches the back of my throat. I slide my tongue between his fingers, dragging it slowly, tasting myself on him and I cannot help but moan.
He pulls me by the throat towards him, and my legs wrap around his waist just as his lips crash down onto mine, swallowing every noise that comes out of my mouth. Before I can take another breath, his cock rips through me, straight to the hilt and the screech that leaves my throat drowns into his.
He holds me there, by the throat, squeezing harder every time he slams himself deeper into my core, stealing life from me. His other hand wraps around my body, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, holding me in place on the kitchen countertop.
He thrusts again and again, his grip bruising me, his eyes gleaming with a satisfaction that fills my body with fear and anticipation. I can feel how close I am getting to the moment my life could begin leaving my body. My eyes close as I take in every powerful thrust that makes my pussy feel raw.
“Eyes,” he orders, and I comply instantly.
My face contorts with the strain of pleasure, my eyes feeling the pain of the pressure inside my head. I open my mouth in a powerful silent scream, my belly hot with a fire that doesn’t burn close enough to my core to allow my release.
His hand releases the flesh of my ass and damn it if I don’t feel delicious bruises forming instantly. He dips two fingers into my mouth, pushing down on my tongue, holding me in place as my hands grip the edge of the countertop, holding myself from sliding backwards.
His assault on my body picks up pace, slamming himself faster inside of me, the slapping of damp skin echoing through the room, his breaths ragged, mine non-existent.
It all happens at once—he pulls the fingers out of my mouth and pushes them onto my clit, rubbing in that rhythm he learned gets me off as he chokes me harder and finally his cock pulls out the invisible thread of the fire that burned a little too far out of reach.
“Scream for me.” His gaze burning with lust and chaos.
And with the last breath I held in my dying lungs, I scream. The fire burning my pussy to the fucking ground, melting it onto his cock as he draws it on himself and comes violently inside of me. As I’m riding the orgasm, I scream like the banshee painted on his back and even though he’s not choking me anymore, the feeling lingers and it fuels me like no other.
His grip moves to the back of my neck, the other hand pressed on the middle of my back, pulling me flush to his body, my head resting on the base of his throat and with every breath, his woodsy scent fills my soul.
Yet again, this is different. Not only lust or possessiveness, but an unspoken vow.
And I embrace it.
