Page 45 of Envy

“Are you going to let me fill this sweet mouth, little fox? Are you going to suck and gag on my cum as I fill you up?”

“Yes,” I breathe, wrapping my fingers around his thick length.

This is more than him using me. More than me poised on my knees, lips parted, mouth open and waiting for him. It feels like I’m accepting communion for the first time—finally choosing my own god.

And it’s not the one I was taught to fear.

His body tenses as I explore, trying to get my fingers to touch as I stroke him from root to tip. He lets out a sharp breath as I do it again, cock twitching as I coax a glistening bead from his slit. My tongue darts out, capturing the salty taste of him as Silas’s fingers flex in my hair.

“Fuck,” he groans, holding himself in place. Waiting for me.

That small show of restraint has me guiding his tip to my mouth. I lick up his length before swirling my tongue around his swollen head, along the flared edge as I lap and tease, letting intuition guide me.

The guttural sounds Silas makes under my ministrations have my heart pounding, my thighs squeezing. I gasp for air, trying to take him further, to swallow as much of him as I can, but I gag, my teeth scraping the sides of his cock.

“Easy,” Silas hisses, and I swear he grows harder. “The pain heightens my pleasure, little fox, but you’re not ready for that side of me. Not yet.”

I start to pull away, embarrassment heating my cheeks, but his hand twists in my hair, pinning me in place as his other hand caresses my jaw.

“Relax your mouth,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking the edge of my jaw. “But keep these lips wrapped around my cock.”

Nostrils flaring, I do what he asks. He starts to move, gentle at first as he works himself deeper.

“Hollow your cheeks and use your tongue. That’s it. Such a good girl, sucking my cock like the little slut you are.”

I whimper at the praise, something warm blooming in my chest. I take him all the way, jaw aching as the lingering scent of soap and sex fills my senses. My fingers curl into the edge of the bed as I suck him deeper, trying to find a way to breathe as his grip on my hair tightens, as his hips begin to thrust.

I want to please him—to make him forget about anything, everything, outside of this room. Outside of me.

“Eyes on me,” he commands, tugging roughly to arch my neck further. “I want you to know who’s fucking this pretty face.”

I moan as he unleashes himself, thrusting between my lips. Tears spill down my cheeks, mingling with spit and drool.

“You cry so beautifully, Evie.”

Silas thrusts deeper, forcing me to open wider as I gasp for air through my nose. I should feel sick, degraded—but the twitch of his cock as I suck, the tightening of his stomach as his gaze turns black—it fills me with a power I’ve never known.

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” Thrust.“Who gets to see you on your knees.” Thrust. “Being treated like the fuck doll you are.”

My nipples strain against my dress, breasts heaving as my pussy clenches.

“I own you,” Silas pants, his pace growing erratic.

My jaw is aching, but his words burst through the broken parts of my soul, soothing a sting I’ve held for years. Because in this moment, being owned feels a lot like being loved.

“Look at me, baby.”

I blink through the tears, fluttering my eyes open. Silas caresses my cheek, tenderness clashing with the ruthless way he fucks my mouth. And then the truce cracks, and something shifts between us.

“Fuck,” he groans, slamming into the back of my throat as his balls tighten. He holds me there, gagging around his length as spurts of cum fill my waiting mouth. I swallow reflexively, choking and drinking and sucking until he drags me off him.

I stare up at him, chest heaving, and realize he’s breathing just as ragged as me. He swipes a thumb along my chin, gathering what’s spilled before holding it in front of me.

“Swallow all of me, little fox. Every drop.”

I close my lips over the pad of his finger, swirling my tongue until it’s clean, feeling closer to heaven in this moment than I ever did in church.

Maybe this is what religion is supposed to feel like.