Chapter 23
Trace
“Dinner was delicious. Butternut squash mac and cheese. So good.” My little bird’s voice trembles with need and nervousness.
I skim my finger down the side of her face. “We can stick with the original plan, Sorrow.” Me tasting her pussy through her underwear. “The ending will be the same, you coming hard on my face.”
Her face a pretty pink, she shakes her head from side to side.
Her onyx strands fan across her pillow. “You said I’m in control.
Being in control means I call the shots.
I want your face here, Trace.” She drags her fingers over her slit.
I glance between our bodies. My erection is a thick, long outline beneath my gray sweatpants.
Sorrow is laid out for me, her legs spread to the sides and her knees slightly bent.
Putting all my weight on my side, I grab her wrist, bring her pussy-juice-slicked fingers to my face and inhale her arousal before I suck off her juices from each finger. Fuck, she tastes good, sweet and musky. I groan. My cock throbs and jerks against my abs.
“Taste me, Trace. Please.” She’s panting.
Her pulse jumps beneath her jaw. I cover her throat with my palm and put pressure on her windpipe with the heel.
She gasps. Her eyes roll back in their sockets.
“Remember to lock down the feels, little bird. Don’t want you catching feelings while I eat you out. ”
“No. No feelings.”
“That’s a good girl.” I apply more pressure. Her eyes widen, and her fingers curl over mine that have a tight hold on her throat. I expect her to peel my fingers off her throat. Instead, she sets her hand on top of mine and begs me to squeeze tighter.
“Are you sure?”
She nods.
Satisfaction shoots through me like a lightning bolt, followed by a thunderous growl from between my curved lips.
My girl likes it rough. Likes the darkness inside me.
With my hand on her throat, I move low and kiss down Sorrow’s body, from the strip of flesh between her small breasts to her navel, and then her inner thighs.
Her thighs shake. Her fingers grip mine.
Her chest rises and falls with each deep inhale and exhale.
My cock pushes against my sweats. Letting go of her throat, I reach inside my pants.
My beast is hard, and precum coats the tip.
I swirl my fingers over the stickiness. She looks between our bodies.
Her gaze is heated and focused on my hand inside my pants.
Sorrow licks her lips. “I want a taste.”
What she wants, she’ll get. My fingers sticky with my precum, I pull down her bottom lip with my thumb and slip my soaked digits into her mouth.
First one finger, then two, and finally three.
She sucks my fingers like a pro. Tastes them like I imagine her tasting my cock, with a fervor that’ll drive me crazy.
Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks and sucks.
Her tongue glides along my digits. Her saliva coats them.
I’m ready to come in my pants. She challenges me with a tip of her cute chin.
I fist my cock under my pants. Her hand follows. She grasps my hand, and we’re jacking me off. One stroke. Two strokes. I wrap my cock in my meaty paw. My eyes roll to the back of my skull. My groin tightens.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.” I up my pace. She holds on to my hand that’s jacking off my dick. “Jesus, now, I’m coming now. Fuck. Fuck.” I shoot my load.
Sorrow does something unexpected. Something I would never ask her to do.
She pushes me onto my back. Fuck, my little bird is strong.
Every bone in my body has turned into jelly with my come.
I wouldn’t fight her even if I could. When she yanks down my sweatpants and takes my limp dick in her mouth, whatever brain cells I have left leave me through the slit in my cock.
Sorrow licks up my cum off the tip. She pulls off my pants, and setting her face where I’d come, she inhales and presses her face to my cum-soaked sweatpants. “Salty. Musky. You smell and taste so good, Trace.”
My limp dick comes to life. A girl has never turned me on more than my beautiful little bird. “My turn, sweet Sorrow.”
I get her on her back. Go down on her. Eat her pussy until she shoves my head away from her heated core.
Uh-uh, I need more of her. A girl’s pussy has never tasted as good as Sorrow’s does.
I want to lap up her flavor and have it coating my tongue and my face until all I taste and smell is her sweet, musky cunt.
“Trace. Oh my God, that’s too much. It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough. You haven’t come yet.” I push two fingers inside her wetness as I suck on her clit.
“You told me to lock down the feels. I am, and I can’t come.”
“Then ask, beautiful.”
“Ask what?” Her brow furrows.
“Ask for what you want.”
“Permission to unlock the feels, please.” She tips her chin at me.
My randy beast, hardening again with the submission in her voice and the challenge in that small gesture of hers with her cute chin, chortles with approval and a possessive word that shakes the very foundation of my belief in keeping things casual.
Mine. One word that undoes me. A word that somehow makes me happier than I’ve ever felt. Sorrow Sophia is mine, and if I have a say, I’ll be the first and last guy to make love to her.
“Permission granted. Feel, Sorrow. Feel how I fucking want you.” I mouth her clit.
Her hips jerk off the bed. “Feel how hungry you make me, beautiful.” I eat her out. She pushes on my head. I wrap my arms under her thighs and keep her pussy on my face. “Let go and feel, little bird. Fly. Fly for me.”
I pump my fingers inside her. Circle her clit with the pad of my thumb. Replace my fingers with the tip of my tongue. I tongue her. Suck her clit into my mouth. Ravish her pussy with my mouth, my tongue, and my fingers.
“Trace.” She’s panting. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”
She’s on the cusp. My girl needs more. What is the antonym of pleasure?
Fuck if I give a shit. I’ll look it up later.
Pain is what Sorrow needs. I reach up and tweak her nipple, first one, then the other, hard.
I pump my fingers in and out of her. Suck on her clit.
Lap up her flavor. She comes in a rush of breath, her body tensing and her hips coming off the bed before she’s like a rag doll, unmoving.
Her cum soaks my face and fingers. I raise my eyes.
My little bird has a smile on her face. She crooks a finger.
“Come here. Hold me.”
“Not yet. I owe you a punishment.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. You spoke with too much happiness about a guy other than me, remember?”
She sucks in a breath. “It was after Rush dropped me off. We were at the pool. I told you about his parents, their tree, and all the Christmas decorations. But when we were in bed, I ruined the mood. You said the most wonderful, unforgettable words to me, and I didn’t want punishment. I wanted to be held in your arms.”
“What’d I say, beautiful?” I say near her ear with my arms bracketed near her head.
“You said there’s been no girl before me, and there sure as fuck better not be a guy before or after you.”
“Great memory.” I kiss her forehead. “What would you like? Punishment or comfort?” I reward her memory with choices.
“Punish me.” Her voice isn’t timid. It’s full of confidence, and I am hard.
I roll off her and into a sitting position. “Put your body across my lap with your pussy over my crotch.”
She does as I ask.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
Sorrow spreads her legs.
I smack her high and tight ass cheeks.
“Trace!”
I rub out the growing redness on her pale flesh.
Another smack. She glances over her shoulder.
There’s indecision on her face. She can’t decide whether to be mad and tell me to fuck off, or take her punishment like a good girl.
I go over why we’re in this position with her ass up and her pussy weeping over my erection.
“This is your punishment, Sorrow. Never speak about another guy with happiness in your voice.” Smack! “Understood?” Smack! Her mouth falls open. Her eyes widen. Sorrow lowers her face into the covers.
“Yes.” Her word is muffled.
“Again, Sorrow.” Smack!
She moves her head to the side. “Yes. I understand,” she whimpers.
Her little noises turn me on the fuck more.
“That’s a good girl.” I smooth my hand over her reddened ass cheeks. “Move on my dick, little bird.”
She nestles the head of my dick between the folds of her soaked pussy and rides me as if her life depends on it. “That’s it.” I fist her hair in my hand. “Ride it harder, faster.”
She ups her pace. I slide three fingers inside her tight cunt from behind. Her back arches. A low moan slips from her. I grit my teeth. My groin tightens. I’m going to shoot my load again.
“I’m close. Trace, I’m close. Help me come. Please, Trace.”
She’s begging. I like it when my girl begs. Grabbing her under her arms, I seat her on my dick. Sorrow holds on to my shoulders and rocks her hips over my erection. My body heats. Her mouth parts. I slide a finger in her mouth. Eyes glazed over with desire, she sucks on my thick digit.
“Suck on it like you want to suck on my cock. Wrap that small mouth around my thick finger. Taste my skin with your tongue.”
She does everything I demanded, and goes harder and faster on my cock, slicking me from head to base with her arousal. Done with her sucking on my finger, I slide it out from inside her mouth and grab her throat.
“I’m coming, Trace,” she rasps. “I’m coming.”
I crash my mouth over hers, taste her moan with my tongue tangled with hers, and eat up her sigh of contentment as her body trembles with her come.
I come with a loud “Fuuucck.” Needing to see her come apart for me again, this urge to satisfy her over and over, a feeling I’ve never had before, I get Sorrow on her back, go low, and feast on her wet pussy until she comes on my face.
My sweet Sorrow has the nerve to laugh.
I look up from between her slender legs.
She looks back at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me, Trace Saints.”
“I hope not.”
After wiping her juices from between her legs, I pull Sorrow into my arms. “Was it better with the feels unlocked?”
“The best, Trace.”
That’s what I’m afraid of hearing. Had I not wanted to keep my feelings locked down, I’d say it was the best experience for me too.