Damnable Grace
Page 43
“Mm,” she moaned, pulling her fingers from my mouth. Her eyes lit with fire, and the edges of her mouth hooked into a smile as she leaned forward and ran her tongue around the seam of my lips. “I can taste myself on you,” she whispered and squeezed my dick tightly.
“Red,” I warned, the grip on my self-control evaporating rapidly.
I leaned forward to kiss the fuck out of her mouth, but she dodged away before I could. She sank lower, then lower still until, mouth braced at the tip of my cock, she said, “I want to taste you.”
Before I could even take a damn breath, she lowered her lips around my dick, not stopping until she’d deep-throated my entire length. And I wasn’t fucking small. In fact, I knew I was huge. But she took me to the back of her throat without even gagging once.
“Shit, Red,” I groaned as I reached out to fist my hand in her hair. Then she really showed me what she could do. She worked me up and down, up and down, circling the head with her tongue when she reached the top. My balls tightened when her hand cupped them and worked them with her fingers. She mewled and moaned as she ate me, like the bitch was fucking starving.
I felt heat building at my balls, so I dragged her hungry mouth from my dick by her hair. Phebe gasped for air. She scrambled to get her mouth back on me, but I had other plans. I reached down and pulled her to her feet. Her big lips were swollen and red. She edged forward and crawled onto my lap. Her thighs dropped over each of mine, and her tits scraped against my bare chest. I hissed as her teeth dragged down my neck. Reaching forward, I pulled the rest of her dress off her tits and took them in my hands. Her lips sucked at my neck and she moaned, getting louder when I lowered my hands to her pussy and slid my fingers inside.
“Fuck, bitch,” I hissed as her hands ran down over my pecs and down to my abs. “You’re fucking drenched.”
“For you.” She tilted her head back as I brushed my finger over her swollen clit. “All for you.”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Red. I’m gonna fuck you real hard.”
Phebe smiled and leaned down until her mouth was at my ear. Knocking my hand from her pussy, she gripped my cock and lowered herself down until I was filling her wet hole. “No,” she said softly, tracing the outline of my ear with her tongue. “I am going to fuck you.”
I didn’t think it was possible to get any fucking harder, but as she whispered those words into my ear, I did. Then she gripped onto my shoulders and slammed down, until I was filling her. Her forehead pressed against mine, and her nostrils flared. Then the bitch started moving. Using her hands on my shoulders, she rocked back and forth, rolling those fucking hips until I could see nothing but her. All red—hair, flushed face, nipples. Fucking red all up in my shit.
I dropped my hands and slammed them on her ass. Phebe’s chest arched forward, pushing her nipples against my mouth. As she rode me, rode me harder and harder, faster and faster, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and bit down. Phebe cried out, her hips jerking, choking the fuck out of my cock.
“AK,’ she cried as she moved her hands up into my hair to keep my mouth on her tits. My hands tightened on her ass, and I began moving her faster. I wanted to be as far in her cunt as I could get. Phebe’s fingers gripped my hair so tight it felt like she was ripping out the strands. But I didn’t fucking care. She could tear the fuckers out if she wanted. My balls were tightening, and by the clenching of her pussy, I knew the bitch was close too.
Phebe’s breathing changed, and she loosened her grip on my hair. She leaned back, taking her tit from my tongue. Her pace increased, her moans came faster, but all of that meant shit when she drew her gaze to me. Her hands moved to my cheeks, and when I knew both of us were about to come, she stared into my eyes, and damn if it didn’t seem she could see right through me.
Phebe movements became erratic, her mouth parting slightly. Then she stilled and let out a long moan. Her pussy clamped down on my already-leaking cock, and as she came, flooding me with her wetness, I threw my head back and came too. I fucking came and came, holding the bitch down on my fat cock until I’d filled her with my cum. I growled, jerking into her hot cunt until I was drained. Fucking wrung dry.
Sweat beaded over my forehead and trickled down my back. I fought to breathe as I came through the fog that was in my head. Eventually I opened my eyes.
Phebe’s hands were still on my face. Her eyes were still fixed on mine. And I watched as tear after tear fell down her flushed cheeks.
I froze, wondering what the fuck was wrong, but then she opened those talented lips and asked softly, “Who did you see when you saved me?”
My muscles tensed so hard I was convinced the fibers would snap. Her head tilted to the side as she studied me, and her fingers stroked my cheeks. “What haunts you?” Then a truly fucking heartbreaking smile landed on her mouth. But this smile had fuck all to do with happiness. It was the kind of smile that stopped you falling apart. A fucking lie. A false front. Like the one Flame had accused me of wearing.
Phebe brought her face closer to mine. I could feel the heat from her damp skin. And fuck, I could smell the salt from her tears. But I was paralyzed. The bitch’s words had me completely motionless, my cock softening inside her.
She dragged in a stuttered breath, then stroked back the hair from my face. “Who keeps you in this prison? A prison like mine?” she repeated, but my mouth was sealed tight. I knew my breathing was coming out hard through my nose, but I knew nothing else beyond her searching eyes, her tears and those fucking gutting questions.
Phebe’s lips pressed a kiss to each cheek, then to my forehead and finally my mouth. She stayed there, kissing my closed lips. My hands were iron tight on her ass, but when her tongue probed at my lips, I let her in. But this kiss wasn’t like when we fucked. The bitch was being gentle, fucking caring.
Fucking destroying me. Who keeps you in this prison? A prison like mine?
She kissed me for a minute, maybe two, before pulling back. Nose pressed against my own, she ran her hand over my forehead, then softly down my cheek. “You are not so dissimilar to me, I think.” She smiled as more tears fell down her pale cheeks. “I see it in your eyes. I . . .” Her breathing hitched. “I see . . . me.”
Phebe shifted and, pulling herself off my cock, got to her feet. She fixed her dress and tipped her head back to the night sky. She took three deep breaths, then turned her head to me. “AK,” she said softly in farewell and walked away. I watched her as she faded into the darkness.
“Red,” I warned, the grip on my self-control evaporating rapidly.
I leaned forward to kiss the fuck out of her mouth, but she dodged away before I could. She sank lower, then lower still until, mouth braced at the tip of my cock, she said, “I want to taste you.”
Before I could even take a damn breath, she lowered her lips around my dick, not stopping until she’d deep-throated my entire length. And I wasn’t fucking small. In fact, I knew I was huge. But she took me to the back of her throat without even gagging once.
“Shit, Red,” I groaned as I reached out to fist my hand in her hair. Then she really showed me what she could do. She worked me up and down, up and down, circling the head with her tongue when she reached the top. My balls tightened when her hand cupped them and worked them with her fingers. She mewled and moaned as she ate me, like the bitch was fucking starving.
I felt heat building at my balls, so I dragged her hungry mouth from my dick by her hair. Phebe gasped for air. She scrambled to get her mouth back on me, but I had other plans. I reached down and pulled her to her feet. Her big lips were swollen and red. She edged forward and crawled onto my lap. Her thighs dropped over each of mine, and her tits scraped against my bare chest. I hissed as her teeth dragged down my neck. Reaching forward, I pulled the rest of her dress off her tits and took them in my hands. Her lips sucked at my neck and she moaned, getting louder when I lowered my hands to her pussy and slid my fingers inside.
“Fuck, bitch,” I hissed as her hands ran down over my pecs and down to my abs. “You’re fucking drenched.”
“For you.” She tilted her head back as I brushed my finger over her swollen clit. “All for you.”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Red. I’m gonna fuck you real hard.”
Phebe smiled and leaned down until her mouth was at my ear. Knocking my hand from her pussy, she gripped my cock and lowered herself down until I was filling her wet hole. “No,” she said softly, tracing the outline of my ear with her tongue. “I am going to fuck you.”
I didn’t think it was possible to get any fucking harder, but as she whispered those words into my ear, I did. Then she gripped onto my shoulders and slammed down, until I was filling her. Her forehead pressed against mine, and her nostrils flared. Then the bitch started moving. Using her hands on my shoulders, she rocked back and forth, rolling those fucking hips until I could see nothing but her. All red—hair, flushed face, nipples. Fucking red all up in my shit.
I dropped my hands and slammed them on her ass. Phebe’s chest arched forward, pushing her nipples against my mouth. As she rode me, rode me harder and harder, faster and faster, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and bit down. Phebe cried out, her hips jerking, choking the fuck out of my cock.
“AK,’ she cried as she moved her hands up into my hair to keep my mouth on her tits. My hands tightened on her ass, and I began moving her faster. I wanted to be as far in her cunt as I could get. Phebe’s fingers gripped my hair so tight it felt like she was ripping out the strands. But I didn’t fucking care. She could tear the fuckers out if she wanted. My balls were tightening, and by the clenching of her pussy, I knew the bitch was close too.
Phebe’s breathing changed, and she loosened her grip on my hair. She leaned back, taking her tit from my tongue. Her pace increased, her moans came faster, but all of that meant shit when she drew her gaze to me. Her hands moved to my cheeks, and when I knew both of us were about to come, she stared into my eyes, and damn if it didn’t seem she could see right through me.
Phebe movements became erratic, her mouth parting slightly. Then she stilled and let out a long moan. Her pussy clamped down on my already-leaking cock, and as she came, flooding me with her wetness, I threw my head back and came too. I fucking came and came, holding the bitch down on my fat cock until I’d filled her with my cum. I growled, jerking into her hot cunt until I was drained. Fucking wrung dry.
Sweat beaded over my forehead and trickled down my back. I fought to breathe as I came through the fog that was in my head. Eventually I opened my eyes.
Phebe’s hands were still on my face. Her eyes were still fixed on mine. And I watched as tear after tear fell down her flushed cheeks.
I froze, wondering what the fuck was wrong, but then she opened those talented lips and asked softly, “Who did you see when you saved me?”
My muscles tensed so hard I was convinced the fibers would snap. Her head tilted to the side as she studied me, and her fingers stroked my cheeks. “What haunts you?” Then a truly fucking heartbreaking smile landed on her mouth. But this smile had fuck all to do with happiness. It was the kind of smile that stopped you falling apart. A fucking lie. A false front. Like the one Flame had accused me of wearing.
Phebe brought her face closer to mine. I could feel the heat from her damp skin. And fuck, I could smell the salt from her tears. But I was paralyzed. The bitch’s words had me completely motionless, my cock softening inside her.
She dragged in a stuttered breath, then stroked back the hair from my face. “Who keeps you in this prison? A prison like mine?” she repeated, but my mouth was sealed tight. I knew my breathing was coming out hard through my nose, but I knew nothing else beyond her searching eyes, her tears and those fucking gutting questions.
Phebe’s lips pressed a kiss to each cheek, then to my forehead and finally my mouth. She stayed there, kissing my closed lips. My hands were iron tight on her ass, but when her tongue probed at my lips, I let her in. But this kiss wasn’t like when we fucked. The bitch was being gentle, fucking caring.
Fucking destroying me. Who keeps you in this prison? A prison like mine?
She kissed me for a minute, maybe two, before pulling back. Nose pressed against my own, she ran her hand over my forehead, then softly down my cheek. “You are not so dissimilar to me, I think.” She smiled as more tears fell down her pale cheeks. “I see it in your eyes. I . . .” Her breathing hitched. “I see . . . me.”
Phebe shifted and, pulling herself off my cock, got to her feet. She fixed her dress and tipped her head back to the night sky. She took three deep breaths, then turned her head to me. “AK,” she said softly in farewell and walked away. I watched her as she faded into the darkness.
