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Story: Grim Girl

My heart clenched at the sheer desperation and hope tangled in his words, and I pressed a hard kiss to his lips in response. ‘I’m here, Chance. This is really happening.’

He sighed into my mouth, his breath cool like freshly fallen snow. ‘Then I want to feel you too.’

‘Do it. Fuck me, Chance. Make me yours.’

I shivered at the pure lust and yearning in his expression, the way he closed his eyes and practically melted into me at my consent. I had never felt so desired, so wanted.

The shadows twisting around my form got to work as soon as my mind was made up, and stripped me of my clothing in record speed. One moment I was covered, and the next I was bared before him. My nipples brushed tantalisingly against the soft material of his shirt, but a second later, even that was gone, the shadows dissipating his clothing just like they hadmine. I probably should have been more concerned about the fact that we no longer had any clothes. I didn’t even know how they appeared on us, but I had a theory that they were a manifestation we conjured, a familiarity we used to tether us to this plane.

But I didn’t care, and as soon as those thoughts hit my brain, they were immediately dismissed as the stunning sight of a naked Chance standing before me took over every inch of brain space. Broad shoulders gave way to thickly corded muscles, phantom blood pumping through his veins that were visible under the bronzed flesh of his forearms.

My eyes tracked the dips and valleys of his muscles, from the prominent swell of his pecs, the hard squares of his abs, all the way down to his hips where a perfect V pointed like an arrow to the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but compare it to Blake’s. My ex-husband’s dick was long, thick, and straight, and I’d once believed it couldn’t get more aesthetically pleasing that that. But oh, how wrong I had been. Chance blew him straight out of the water. His was thicker, slightly longer, and curved up just so at the end in a way I knew would hit all the right spots without him even trying. His head was already glistening with clear fluid seeping from his tip, surrounded by a red, swollen head that I knew would stretch me so delectably as he pushed inside of me.

‘Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I could stare at you all day,’ he said, his tone so worshipful I almost felt self-conscious enough to cover myself up. Yet, his words made me feel sexy and powerful, and I wanted him to see me. I never wanted anything to get between us again, and that included clothes.

‘You’re the most beautiful man I have ever seen,’ I admitted breathlessly, the awe in my tone mirroring his.

‘I need to touch you, Kali. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.’

‘Then come here,’ I ordered, arms spread to the side as I offered my body for him to take. I didn’t care what he did to me, as long as he didsomething.

I didn’t expect him to fall to his knees, his gaze still fixed firmly on mine despite the fact that my throbbing pussy was now level with his face. I gasped when his hands rose to grip my hips and pull me closer, and I spread my legs eagerly without needing to be told. Still, he didn’t look down.

What could he possibly see in my face that was more interesting than my dripping pussy?

I got my answer, though, and it tore me apart in all the best ways. ‘I want to watch your reaction when I taste you for the first time, goddess.’ The pet name sent shivers skirting up my spine. Combined with the way he was kneeling before me, in that moment, I truly felt like a goddess being worshipped by her most devoted priest.

And then, eyes latched onto mine to truly send the message home, he buried his nose into the space between my legs and inhaled deeply. A groan rumbled through his chest, and his eyes threatened to roll back in his skull, but he refused to break our stare-off.

He teased me for a few more moments, kissing and nipping at my inner thighs and ignored the place that was begging to feel any sort of relief. Until finally,finally, his tongue darted out and licked a slow line from my opening to my clit. We both moaned, then, which dragged out even longer when he circled my clit with a light, taunting pressure.

‘Fuck, Kali. You’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. I could eat you out all day, every day, and never get tired of you. Your flavour is the only one I want on my tongue, ever again.’

I couldn’t respond because he was suddenly devouring me like a starved man, like my juices were his first drop of liquid after days in a scorching desert. I whimpered, my legs almost givingout as he brought me to the edge faster than anyone had before. It was all I could do to stay standing, and I was only succeeding in that because he was holding me upright. As soon as he removed his hands from where they splayed across my ass, I knew I would crumple to the floor in a puddle of my own desire.

My hands grasped at his hair, desperate to hold onto something as he drove me wild with his talented tongue. He sucked, nipped, nibbled, and stroked me closer and closer to the edge, only to pull back before I could fall over. He was edging me, the bastard, and I both loved and hated it.

‘Please, Chance. I need to come,’ I begged, my voice whiny and breathless even to my own ears.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, a dark chuckle rose up from his chest and vibrated through my core. My legs shook with the sensation, but I didn’t get what I wanted. My orgasm was still just far enough out of reach that frustration got the better of me, and I tugged sharply on his hair, dragging him closer so I could ride his face and do it myself.

Except, he wasn’t having that. He wanted to maintain control, and he pushed me away with a surprising amount of strength, considering he had only just pieced himself back together again.

‘Ah, ah, ah,’ he admonished, his tone alight with dark promise. ‘That’s my job.’

I whined in complaint, but he must have seen the need in my eyes because he finally took pity on me. He delved back in and brought me to the edge yet again, but this time, he didn’t stop or slow down. This time, he kept going, flicking his tongue faster, sucking my clit harder. When he scraped his teeth against my overly sensitive bud, I fell apart.

My orgasm tore through me like a tornado of electricity, my entire body tensing and shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through my previously empty veins. He filled me with so much pleasure, his mouth an unrelenting force as he tongued methrough my release, refusing to relent even as I shuddered with the aftershocks.

And then it happened again.

My first orgasm must have invigorated him, because he kept up his magical ministrations as I fell apart on his face one more time, a silent scream lodged in my throat as I tipped my head back and let it run its course. I didn’t have any other choice. I was physically incapable of anything other than letting him push me over the edge. I was putty in his hands, my body, mind and soul submitting to him fully as I thrashed against him.

The pleasure was almost too much.

‘Fuuuuck,’I yelled, my voice hoarse when my throat finally loosened enough to use it. ‘Fuck, Chance. Oh, god. I can’t...’

He placed one last, soft kiss to my bruised pussy and pulled away. I immediately mourned the loss, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I couldn’t handle any more. My walls still fluttered and clenched painfully around nothing, despite the overstimulation.