Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Viola
Warmth encases my core. My middle tenses.
I'm hanging on the cusp of an orgasm, ready to explode into a million pieces.
If it's the one thing my vibrator is good for, its soul-sucking endless orgasms. Only, I'm not in the comfort of my warm bed with my hand deep in my sleep shorts.
In fact, there is nothing covering my bottom half at all.
My eyes fly open to find my masked deliverer of orgasms between my thighs.
His mask is tipped upwards over his nose for full access, but he still leaves his identity hidden.
His tongue is buried deep in my soaked folds.
I'm sprawled out in the backseat of a car.
The overhead light beams down on him. In the light, he looks like he belongs there.
Nestled between my thighs like I'm his Goddess.
His tongue does a full circle over my swollen nub, and I shake.
My head falls back against the seat. His hand comes up to grip my thighs as if that'll somehow calm my racing body from his pussy eating powers.
His tongue goes flat over my sex, inciting a choking cry from me.
“There you are, Little one. I was beginning to wonder how many times you could come in your sleep. We taste perfect together.” His throaty groan is full of lust and my mind short circuits.
My mind continues to lag behind as I work on cyphering how many times he's made me come.
I stare blindly at the overhead light. My legs are Jell-O.
My pussy is dangerously close to being full on numb.
Is that why I'm so spent? As if he can read my thoughts, he growls against my cunt.
“Six.” I stare off into space, glazed over after my endless sea of orgasms, thoroughly wrecked. Part of me doesn't want this to end.
His mouth continues its assault,and a helpless plea rolls off my lips. “Please. No more! I can't!” My hands grip the edge of the seat, desperate for a break. My body grows tired.
His fingers dig into my hips. “One more. Give me just one more.” he heaves as he works my cunt like some type of pussy magician.
My head shakes violently back and forth.
There is absolutely no way. So instead I do the only sensible thing I can do to distract him.
“Can I see your face?” I manage to blurt out through shaky breaths.
He pauses, adjusts his mask back over his face, but not before I catch a glimpse of sheen come on his lips.
He stops, tilts his head, and ever so slowly rises to his feet.
He offers a slow dissection of me through his mask.
Of course I know he wouldn't take off his mask.
That would ruin the anonymity of it all.
Not to mention It's a totally insane ask. I'm just a one-night stand.
“Would you like that, Little one?” His words take me by surprise.
Not a chance he would consider that. The whole idea of this encounter was to be anonymous and live out my fantasies in a safe, freeing space.
I'd be lying if I said a part of me isn't dying to see the man that ignites my darkest desires. Stupidly, I nod.
His hands grip either edge of his mask, pausing as the bottom of it grazes his bottom lip.
“But first, you have to close your eyes and follow my commands.
Can you do that, Baby Vee? Can you follow Daddy's directions?” His tongue lashes out over his lips, savoring the taste of my juices.
My head settles back into the seat cushion.
I ache to steal a peek, but he'd probably spank me so hard I wouldn't sit right for a week.
My brows rise. That wouldn't be such a bad punishment, would it?
My eyes slam shut despite the temptation.
Faint rustling and shuffling follow suit.
The moment he moves, I feel him. His warmth.
His body hovers above mine like a blanket.
His arms cage me in. His soft skin skims against mine.
I fight every urge to wrap my arms around him and beg for him to take me again.
The silence stretches, and my mind runs rampant with what he might do.
“I'm going to make you feel good. I know you can come one more time for me.
And when I get you close, right before you come, I'll allow you to open your eyes.”
Words form on the tip of my tongue, but I utter nothing.
I offer a weak nod so he knows that I at least heard him.
The seat creaks and he uses one hand to shove my t-shirt up above my breast. “Good girl. So obedient for Daddy.” he peppers kisses along each breast and along the ridge of my ribs all the way down to my mound.
His touch is electrifying. Something so forbidden shouldn't feel so right.
If only I could snag a man to worship every one of my curves the way VendettaXD4ddy does.
I can't remember the last time I've felt like this.
Unraveled by untamed desires. He strokes something within me, something I buried for the sake of cultural norms. No longer will I hide my dark compulsions.
His hand slides further south to my well-pleasured pussy.
His fingers dip inside, taking me by surprise.
His body weight shifts. His free hand covers my mouth before I can scream.
My eyes fly open, but his face is buried in my neck with his elbow crossed over my chest. “ Quiet, Little one.
Not yet. You'll know when.”His muffled words slither along my skin.
His fingers work my walls like an experienced Incubus.
My body goes taut. My toes curl. Closer and closer, I near the edge.
With him, it doesn't take long at all. Heat travels through my body like electricity.
Just as I crest, he lifts his head, exposing his maskless face.
“Come, Little one.” He releases his hand from my mouth.
“Bayne!” My eyes widen to saucers as I come while staring into the devilish eyes of my best friend.