Page 37 of Stand: Part One

Pulling from my lips, he brushed his mouth against my cheek.

“You’re wet,” he declared, his voice smug with triumph.

He slowly dragged his finger back and forth over my swelling clit, making my body shudder from a pleasure I wanted so badly to deny.

“Walk away,” I pleaded, my breath coming out in pants as he continued to play with me.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growled, pulling back just to rip my lounge shorts and thong away and toss them over his shoulder.

“Darren, wait,” I begged, my anxiety spiking as he parted my knees with his hands. I didn’t know if he was going to fuck me or tease me, but I was nervous that his sudden proximity would cause him to lose control and do something I’d regret.

“No,” he snarled and then covered my pussy with his mouth.

My head fell back against the bed, my traitorous body surrendering to the will of his tongue almost immediately. It had been a long three months without any sex. But while my mind was grateful for the break, my pussy was eager to make up for the lost time.

Darren’s tongue swept over every square inch of me, licking and sucking and biting until my moans and whimpers could no longer be contained. I gasped as he inserted a finger, thrusting in and out, causing my core to convulse around him.

The pressure built, and my hips involuntarily jerked against his mouth with a need I never wanted to admit. Answering my body’s call, he inserted a second finger and curled them inside me, stroking my inner walls as his tongue lapped up my slit like a man starved.

And then I was coming in his mouth, my orgasm bursting throughout my body in waves that overtook all reasonable thought. But Darren didn’t stop. Even when I tried to wiggle away, he pressed his arm across my abdomen and held me down as he continued his feast.

“Ah!” I cried. “It’s too much.” The sensitivity was so intense, causing me to squirm and fight even more, but Darren kept me trapped in place, unrelenting in his objective.

My body was taut with so much tension, my nails digging into the sheets as my hips and legs trembled helplessly under him. The pressure was quick to build, and before I could comprehend it, I was coming again, screaming and crying as shock wave after shock wave violently barreled through my body.

When my hips finally dropped back to the bed, my entire being pathetically spent, Darren finally released me and pulled back just in time for him to suddenly come all over my spread pussy with a feral groan. I hadn’t even noticed he’d been stroking himself the entire time, waiting for his own release to arrive so he could coat me in his cum.

His chest heaved slightly as he reached out and rubbed his seed all over my tender, swollen flesh, causing my body to flinch with little jolts of pleasure.

“Fuck, I missed this image,” he growled, the savage hunger in his voice barely contained.

I said nothing as I waited for him to finish gawking at me, my eyes tracing lines in the ceiling to distract myself from what we’d just done.

Grabbing my shorts from the floor, Darren moved to put them back on, and I quickly planted my feet into the mattress.

“What are you doing? I need to clean up first,” I protested.

“Like fuck you do,” he growled, yanking my legs into the shorts and pulling them up my thighs. “I want your pussy soaking in my cum until I say otherwise. Now lift your hips.”

I scowled at first, then prepared to raise my hips when he suddenly smacked the side of my ass so hard I was sure it would leave a bruise.

“Ow!”

“Do as I say,” he ordered, his voice stern with warning.

I growled at him. “I was—” Another smack landed in the same spot even harder, making me grit my teeth and launch my hips up so he could slip the shorts back up to my waist.

Stepping back, he pocketed my thong and then leaned over to right my body back up against the pillows.

My ass still stinging, I folded my arms across my chest and stared straight ahead, avoiding his domineering gaze. But then I felt his hand softly tangle in my hair, a gesture that appeared sweet at first until he tightened his fist and yanked my head into an awkward angle.

I gasped at the sudden sharp pain, my entire body tensing up as his other hand gripped my jaw. Darren held me still as he kissed me, parading his dominance over me with his lips and tongue until I was breathless and panting.

“Remember what I said,” he warned, pulling away. “Don’t let me catch you disobeying me again.”

He released my hair and then walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a finality that made me shudder inside. Frustrated, I fell all the way back against the pillows, my face tilted up toward the ceiling.

I guess today’s menu included boredom, a sticky cum-coated pussy, and a heavy serving of self-loathing.