Chapter 17 #2
I take her by the hand, and we venture to the other two game booths. By the time we finish, she has two more giant plushies for her bed. I carry the latest additions for her as we make our way back to the big wheel.
As we approach, Gabi watches curiously as an attendant exits one of the cages with a cleaning basket and flips the colored dot on the front to green.
A couple ahead of us enters that cage, and we set Gabi’s prizes on top of the cubbies before making our way to the front of the line—cotton candy in hand.
She glances at it in question, but doesn’t ask me about it as the attendant opens the next cage for us.
As we step inside, Gabi glances around the small space, which features red-velvet-lined walls on the bottom half, matching drapes, and ambient light strips. At the center is a cushioned table covered with a fresh sheet, and along the wall, there’s also a small bench.
The cage clicks shut, and as we start to move, Gabi peers out through a gap in the drapes.
“Should we keep them open?” she asks.
“No.” A slightly psychotic possession bleeds through my tone as I press against her from behind, letting her feel my erection against her back. “You’re for my eyes only.”
She shivers in anticipation as I tilt her face up to meet mine. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
I close the drapes and pull my hoodie off her, tossing it onto the bench.
Her nipples stab against the thin fabric of her leotard, and I can’t resist groping her through the material as her head falls back against my chest. We stay like that for a while, her eyes closed as her body melts against me in offering.
My gaze drifts over her, memorizing her beating pulse and the curve of her neck. I could stand here all night, staring at her like a serial killer—exactly as she described. Now that I’ve finally allowed myself to look at her for longer than a few seconds at a time, I’m not sure I can stop.
Unfortunately, darkness is fading as light filters into the sky outside, and morning will be here soon.
That seems to be the unrelenting theme of our time together—there’s never enough, and it’s always slipping away.
It’s a constant echo in my mind, mirroring the reality that this doomed relationship will have to end at some point.
Shoving that thought aside, I bend down to grab Gabi around the back of her thighs, lifting her up and spreading her out on the table. Nervous energy pulses through her as I lay her arms down at her sides and smooth her hair back from her face.
“Beautiful, Praeda.”
Warmth floods her eyes as she peers up at me, and then her gaze drifts to the rigid outline of my cock straining against my pants. She reaches up with a tentative hand and grazes the zipper with her fingers, and I have to bite back a groan.
“Do I finally get to taste you?”
Jesus.
I have to pause to recalibrate because watching her ask to suck my cock just short-circuited my brain.
I’ve put it off, trying to reason with myself that it’s a bad idea for a multitude of reasons.
For one, I still harbor a fantasy of her looking up at my face as she does it. But that’s not likely to happen, and because my self-control is paper-thin at this point, I’m more concerned about claiming every part of her—just as I told her I would.
“One taste,” I tell her as the demon inside me laughs.
A beat of silence stretches between us as I watch her. When she realizes I’m leaving her to her own devices, she slowly drags my zipper down and unwraps my cock like it’s Christmas morning.
As she pulls my briefs down and the heavy weight of my erection falls against her hand, she swallows hard. It takes her a minute to figure out what to do with it as she tries to wrap her fingers around the base, making a sound in her throat that goes straight to my balls.
“It’s so big,” she rasps. “I’m not sure how you haven’t destroyed my insides yet.”
A low laugh rumbles through me, because I’ve had the same thought…too many times to count. I’m not about to tell her she’s survived because I only give her what I think she can reasonably take.
She rolls onto her side, moving closer, the warmth of her breath tickling my skin as she presses a kiss against the shaft. My cock jerks involuntarily, and she seems to like that, so she does it again, all the way up to the head.
When she sees the pre-cum leaking from the tip, she stares at it in fascination, then darts her tongue out to lick it up.
I bite back a curse, nearly giving myself away as I swallow a string of Italian obscenities.
This reaction only seems to encourage Gabi, and before I can prepare myself, she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and pulls me into her mouth.
It’s a natural instinct to reach out and slide my hand through the silky strands of her hair. My fingers press into her scalp reflexively as she sucks me deeper, letting out a little sound of pleasure that vibrates all the way through me.
The warmth of her mouth envelops me as she drags it over my shaft, then pushes herself back down until she gags.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine as I tip my head back, gripping a fistful of her hair to stop her.
“Fuck, baby.”
I don’t move until I’ve regained control of myself, dropping my gaze back to her as I reluctantly withdraw my cock from her mouth.
“Did you not like it?” She frowns.
A disbelieving sound catches in my throat as I reach down and stroke her face. “I liked it too much.”
“Then why stop?”
“Because I have other plans for you.” I pull my briefs back up, and she lets out a sigh like I’m inconveniencing her by not letting her choke herself on my cock until I come down her throat.
I hide my amusement by leaning down to kiss her until she’s soft and pliable, making her forget that I ever denied her. I could do this all night, but we’re running out of time.
“Close your eyes.” I tease the words against her lips before I retreat.
She does as I ask, and I open the bag of cotton candy, tearing off a sizeable chunk. From that, I break off two smaller pieces as I move around to the top of the table.
I tug down her leotard, watching her breasts bounce as they spring free, and I take a moment to appreciate them. There isn’t a soul on this earth who could convince me a prettier pair exists, particularly now that hers are marked by my teeth and lips.
Purple blooms across her delicate skin where I sucked on her earlier, and it gives me a deranged sense of satisfaction.
Those marks will still be there tomorrow when my fuckface cousin comes over, dumb enough to think he actually has her.
I’ll need to figure out how I want to deal with him permanently at some point, but for now, I’m more focused on what I have planned for Gabi.
I tickle her nipple with one of the cotton candy clouds, startling a soft gasp from her lips. I leave it there to rest on her, applying another piece to her other breast.
When I dip my head and lick at the sugar until it dissolves, she reaches up and grabs the back of my head, arching into me as she moans.
“Oh. Is that… Oh.” Her words evaporate as I draw her breast into my mouth, sucking off the last remnants of sugar.
I repeat the sequence on her other breast, taking my time to torture her a little as she starts to squirm beneath me.
She’s overstimulated right now, her entire body probably tender from earlier, and she’s going to feel every thrust of my cock in a few minutes.
But I take my time, getting her worked up and ready for me all over again.
When I finish devouring her tits, I ply her lips apart and set the last piece of cotton candy on her tongue, watching it dissolve.
She lets out a hum of pleasure as I press my lips to hers and slide my tongue inside her mouth, devouring the sweetness that has always reminded me of her.
My cotton candy princess.
She hardwired this thought inside my brain every time I watched her eat it, and all I could think about was how I wanted to eat her.
When I finally let her come up for air, she has that soft, blissed out look in her eyes that triggers something feral in me.
I move around to the end of the table and grab her by the hips, flipping her over without warning.
She shrieks as I drag her down the table until her ass is balanced on the edge, legs dangling beneath her.
Pulling the strip of material covering her aside, the jewel from the anal plug taunts me like it has been all night.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you here?” I wrap my fingers around the stone and twist, drawing a whimper from her.
It’s something we’ve talked about, so I know it’s on her list of wants, but she can’t hide her nerves as she glances back at me.
“Are you going to fit?”
“One way to find out,” I muse.
“I want to try it. Just don’t rip me in half, please.”
“I’ll take it slow.” I slide my hand up her spine, watching the ripple of goosebumps that follows.
She nods at me, an unconscionable amount of trust shining through her eyes. That thought settles in my chest like a brick. She shouldn’t trust me, but the fact that she does pleases me.
I take a few minutes to relax her, massaging her back and working my way down to the curves of her ass. Her leotard is soaked from our activities, and when I unsnap it again, I’m not surprised to see her pretty little pussy is glistening for me. I’ll put that to good use while I’m fucking her ass.
With deliberate restraint, I pull out my cock, stroking it as I watch the pulse in her throat escalate. I’ll never get tired of seeing that reaction in her as she unknowingly offers herself up to the wolf.
I remove the plug, sliding it out by increments so she feels every second of it. Setting that aside, I stare at that uncharted territory on her body as I remove the lubricant from my pocket and squirt it all over my dick. When I’m satisfied I have enough, I apply some to her as well.
She shivers at the sensation of me touching her there, and it only intensifies when I nudge the head of my cock against her.