Page 50 of Ballad of Nightmares

Sam groaned. “You’re killing me, wicked girl.”

And this time, it was Ana’s turn to laugh. “Oh no… that’s only part of how I would kill you,” she teased him. “I would stroke your cock while you sucked on my nipple, let you taste me… maybe sit on your face until I forgot how to breathe, and your dick strained to be touched.” She pushed her hand back between her thighs and began to touch herself as she fantasized about being on his face again, that tongue lapping her up and down.

Sam moaned. “I love the way you taste, baby,” he said. “Will you let me finish you there?”

“Is that what you want?” she asked. “You want to make me come here? On your tongue?”

“Yeah, baby,” he ground out. “Give me that.”

Ana’s whimper sounded despite herself, her eyes closing again. Heat pooled and pooled down her body to her throbbing clit.

“I would suck that clit until you beg me to stop and you ripped the headboard,” Sam added.

“Sam,” she moaned out, practically feeling his tongue working her, sucking her, biting her.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes.” Ana grabbed onto her own headboard, her knees bending, and once again… Her hand was latched to that rail, and her heart skipped when she couldn’t move her arm.

“Ride my face,” he whispered in her ear. “Soak my tongue.”

“Fuck, Sam,” she whimpered, that orgasm cresting with every stroke of her fingers. She tried to move her arm again, but the feeling of it being restrained only heightened her climax more. High-pitched gasps filled the air. She was almost there— “I’m—“

“Wait right there for me, baby,” Sam said. “I want to feel you come around me.”

“Inside me, then,” she managed, straining to pull herself together. “Sam, inside me.”

“Fuck, you feel so good on my cock,” he said, his voice breathless. “Ride me. Just like that.”

Ana’s hips bucked, moving like he were in the room with her, and she could see it. She was in that fantasy with him. Moaning and at the precipice of complete surrender. Riding his cock and feeling him hit every spot inside her that made her weak. Fuck, she could feel him inside her, how he filled her up, his fingers digging into her hips.

“Shit, Sam—“

“Ana…” She could hear his hand stroking his cock, that slapping noise making her body respond and her mouth sag. She was holding herself from coming, enjoying whatever this was far too much to bring it to an end, but she didn’t know how long she could wait.

“Fuck, Sam. I love how you fill me up.Right there,” she ground out, her hips moving against her hand.

“Right there, baby,” he rasped. “Grind that pussy. Take everything you need. Just like that—Ana—shit—wait for me—“

“I can’t,” she cried out. “I can’t. I’m—“ She let out a shrieking moan that filled her apartment, her entire body trembling at the edge of her climax.

“Ana—Fuck—Come with me.“ His own breathless moan toppled her over. “Fuck, Ana, I’m—“

And spill, she did.

She let herself go as she’d not done by herself before. Her mind blanked. Ana came and came, and when she thought she was done, she found her body jerking with final strokes. She could practically feel his cock twitching inside her, though they were miles apart, and she wasn’t sure she cared how he was doing that. There was only the victory of his smile on her through the dark and him all around her.

When she finally calmed down, panting and continuing to moan, she heard his quiet chuckle coming over the headphones.

The mere sound of it made a chill rise on her skin.

“You’re such a good little whore, baby,” he said in a throaty tone.

Ana swallowed as she composed herself. “Famous last words,” she said, finding her voice.

Sam’s chuckle was a rasp, his breaths still heavy on the other end. “This is when you would kill me?” he asked. “With my dick still trembling inside you?”

“You’d never see it coming,” she cooed.