“I said stand, Corpse.” I moan, feeling the words between my legs. My clit pulses with raw lust and it leaks with the need to be filled.
After standing, he follows and then pushes my head down until I’m on my knees. “Now suck my cock like the little slut you are,” he demands. I peer up into his eyes, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He rocks roughly, making me cough. Tears prick at my eyes and he smiles.
“You like crying around me?” he growls, thrusting his hips with his words. “Taking me deep until you can’t breathe?” I nod frantically around him and watch in amazement as he pumps harsher.
Picking up his pace, he holds my jaw, massaging it as he throat-fucks me unabashedly. “So good, Col,” he praises. “Are you going to take all my cum and swallow? Take your treat and thank me for it?” I nod more and tears slide down my face.
His hips piston more and I have to relax so I can breathe properly. I see stars as I get lightheaded and he continues to pump. When I feel the first hit of his hot seed, I gulp fast, but he pulls out before the next stream and shoots it all over my face. “Open your mouth.” I do, and he continues squirting all over it and my face.
Once he’s finished, he crouches, taking the remnants of himself and sliding it over my tongue. “Such a good slut,” he praises once more, taking my mouth with his. His approval lights me up, my body humming in response. He kisses me with fervor and desperation as I shake with need.
Then he rises, getting a rag out of the bathroom and soaking it. Coming back, he wipes my face carefully. The look of adoration in his eyes makes my skin flame. He’s proud of me.
“Now, come sit on my face and let me finish my dessert,” he commands.
He sits on the floor and he places one hand on my thigh, forcing it up on the bed. Angling his head, he begins where he left off. This time, he takes my hands and forces them to my entrance. “Fuck yourself for me.”
At first, I want to say yes because penetration with oral is my favorite, but the brat in me shakes my head.
“No?” He raises an eyebrow with a teasing glint in his eye.
“No,” I answer, crossing my arms, making my tits squish together.
He stands and tosses me on the bed. I try to scuttle away, knowing exactly what’s about to happen. Unable to move fast enough, he grips my hips, forcing me on all fours. The thrill sliding up my spine from him overpowering me has an addictive quality I can’t seem to quench.
I let out a yelp, gripping the bed sheets, dragging them with me. He doesn’t make a sound and the primal part of me feels like a little deer caught by a cougar, waiting for my death. Will he growl at me, chase me down the hall as I scream?
I shiver, wiggling from the thought. Once I’m in position, his hand makes contact with my bare ass and I yelp. Not out of pain but shock. Bridger has a good slap ratio.
“You’re so goddamn wet, Corpse. Dripping everywhere while I punish you.” Landing another to my right cheek, I feel my desire leak down my thigh. As if noticing as well, Bridger tsks. “You’re making a mess, Starless. It’s going to waste.”
Groaning when I feel his finger trace the wetness and tease my clit, he lets out a rumble. Much like the monsters in the story before they roar, his chest vibrates. I don’t speak, knowing it’ll earn me more spankings. But I want to, want the animosity, want his control to waiver.
“I’m ravenous, Corpse. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Then don’t,” I tease, wanting to rub my thighs together for friction. I’m so swollen, my clit throbbing in tandem with my heartbeat.
Angling myself, I peer behind me to see him kneeling on the ground, staring at my pussy like he’s memorizing this moment. His eyes are glazed over and it’s like a darker part of him has risen, as if he’s waited forever for this exact moment.
Leaning forward, he grips my hips and forces me to his mouth. With the first languid stroke of his tongue, I let out a loud moan. I really fucking hope this room is soundproof.
He keeps licking, his mouth making a meal of my clit and opening. Each flick has me closer to the edge, but I keep pushing back, somehow needing more. The only thing I wish is that I didn’t have to remove my hood piercing. It brought that much more pleasure.
Bridger understands what I need even when I don’t. He inserts two fingers inside me, pressing my pleasure spot, making me bow forward. I can’t help the whimper that leaves me and he takes that as ammunition.
His tongue darts inside me with his fingers, giving me a pleasure I’ve never experienced before. I cry out as he goes back to my clit, feathering it with little taps.
Fuck, he’s such a tormentor. Not putting enough pressure but not missing his mark either. He’s trying to punish me and pleasure me at the same time.
“Please,” I beg, feeling the tears come again. My body shakes with desperation, the need zipping through me like a live wire, ready to explode with a simple conductor spark.
I feel the way he moves back and I whimper more. The loss of his mouth makes me desperate. “Please, Bridger. Please let me come.”
A smack lands on my ass and I cry out, another on the opposite side. He doesn’t say a word and it makes me mad. I settle and he leans back in. This time, his tongue swirls over the spots he’s just spanked. His hot flesh against mine has me tingling and squirming, but he doesn’t stop his slow exploration.
His fingers dig into my hips, then kneads my ass cheeks, not stopping there. He spreads me wider, his mouth hovering over my entrance.
Instead of penetrating there, he rises a bit and enters my ass. His hands grasp my cheeks as he dives in. My stomach clenches as pleasure shoots through me. Releasing one cheek, he trails his fingers down and begins a slow and purposeful swirl against my clit.
Once I’m pushing back into him, he enters me with two fingers and I can’t tell if I want to push back into his mouth or forward onto his fingers.
Instead, I make the movements jerky and messy, seeking friction and stars and ecstasy. He groans and I feel my orgasm build.
“Come on my hand, Corpse. Make a bigger mess of us both.”
He makes even strokes, flicking my swollen flesh with perfect precision. Heat starts from my toes and rises, and my body feels like it’s being electrocuted. I let out a loud scream and come around his fingers while he tongue-fucks me from behind.
I can’t stop the shaky movements as they rack my frame from head to toe. He doesn’t stop until I collapse. As soon as my body fully hits the bed, my eyes start to close from exhaustion.
Exhaustion or satisfaction? My mind argues.
“Such a messy girl, Colt.”
“Such a good lay, Bridger,” I tease right back.