Chapter 30 #2
But all I can see is the flush of pleasure racing up Calista’s chest. The splotch of pink rushing up her neck as I give her something she desires.
As I give her something she deserves.
It feels like a matter of respect, when I finally make it to her seated frame and kneel patiently between her legs. Keep my eyes trained on her face so she knows I’m true to my word.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you? So eager to please.”
She coos softly, tracing the scruff on my jaw with a sharp fingernail.
I can’t bring myself to look away when she caresses my neck, red claws teasing the wolf fighting his way to freedom. She lingers on the wild animal, her nails gently scraping his fur as her eyes drop to the chain around my neck.
Questions illuminate within green depths, but none make it past her mouth.
And for that, I’m grateful.
“Such pretty art on such a pretty boy.” Her hand grazes the key hanging on my chest but she doesn’t reach for it, “I could spend all night just looking at you.”
The words are superficial, meaningless except for the way she says them.
“Do you want to eat my pussy, Devil?”
Sweet turns to coy in the blink of an eye, a sugary smile laced with a poison I wouldn’t think twice about gulping down.
“You already know the answer to that, Miss Drache.”
All she does is smile.
Smile and spread her legs so her pussy is right in front of my face.
Glistening pink and perfect in every way.
Before I can add my mouth to the gallery, Calista drags a finger across her hip bone and over the swollen nub that’s begging for a taste.
“You’re going to drag your tongue right along here.
” Pressing down, she lets out a quiet moan that has my fists clenching on the floor, “Play with it until you can slip two fingers inside like this,” She spreads her legs wider, slowly thrusting two fingers inside her pussy, “And keep going until I tell you to stop. Do you think you can handle that?”
Cum drips from her fingers onto the floor, the steady stroke of each thrust teasing me with the scent of her arousal. My mouth waters like a man on the verge of dehydration, the puddle on the floor looking pretty fucking tempting right about now.
“Yeah.” Gravel coats my throat, “I can handle that.”
She rewards my response by extracting her fingers and pressing them against my mouth. I suck them in immediately, groaning at the flavour bursting across my tongue.
“Show me what you’ve learned, Devil.”
I fucking lunge.
Burying my face as deep as it will go, I lap at her clit like a fiend. Flattening my tongue against her bud, I lick and suck until Calista starts to purr, her hips writhing and grinding against my face.
Cum drips down the side of her legs, her opening weeping for my attention. I keep my mouth fused to clit and slide two digits inside, curling them up just like she showed me.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Her encouragement isn’t half as sweet as her pussy clenching around my fingers. I thrust them hard up inside her, listening to the small gasps and moans until my cock starts to ache from the action he’s missing out on.
Calista was supposed to be running this show but fucking her with my fingers isn’t enough.
The first slide of my tongue has a growl escaping from my throat. The second has Calista gasping, her inner walls clenching around my taste buds while her nails dig into my scalp.
My thumb teases her clit as I lick my way inside her. Tasting and teasing, I eat her pussy like it’s the last meal I’m going to have on this earth.
And I do it with a smile on my face.
Her nails tighten and suddenly my head is being pulled back. Smooth lips press against my swollen ones, her tongue sweeping inside my mouth to get a taste of herself.
“You’re a good boy, Devil. Such a good boy.”
I didn’t come to Wolf Hollow with a praise kink but I sure as fuck am leaving with one.
“Darling, I need you to touch me.”
The please is on the tip of my tongue but I manage to swallow it back down.
She bites down on my bottom lip, drawing a groan from my mouth. Her teeth scrape along my jaw, nibbling at the stubble while her hands press and mold the muscles running down my abdomen.
An exhale falls free when her hand finally makes it south. Wrapping her fingers around my throbbing member, Calista purrs softly before stroking him from base to tip.
“Dressing yourself up so pretty for me, baby.”
I can’t help but grin, watching her play with my piercing like it’s her new favourite toy.
“Are you talking to my dick?”
“Shh. We’re having a conversation.”
My head falls back and laughter tumbles out. Pressure lessens as air fills my chest, the saddlebags of expectations disappearing into the night with a fleeting moment of peace.
This is the shit I’ve been missing. The feeling of togetherness that only comes from the company you crave.
The people who enjoy your presence just as much as you do theirs.
“Don’t be afraid to give him a good tongue-lashing. Filthy bastard loves that kind of thing.”
“Oh, I remember.”
She scrapes the underside of my tip and I shudder. Flicking the metal barbell with her tongue, Calista drops her head and licks the pre-cum off my aching cock.
I’m waiting, dying for her to wrap her lips around me and suck me dry again.
Instead, I get the next best thing.
Small, round ass cheeks flash before my face as Calista turns around and settles herself on my lap. Frizzy, semi-dry blonde curls brush my stomach as she leans back and sinks down on my dick.
Holy fucking shit.
Calista lets out a corresponding moan, her eyes glued to our reflection as she lifts up and sits back down again. Her tits bounce with the motion, her hips grinding and gyrating against my pelvis while we both watch through the mirror.
I can feel her pussy contracting around me, the vise-like grip choking the life out of my dick. It’s pleasure in its ugliest form, nothing but sweat and the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room as Calista rides us into sweet oblivion.
Dragging my teeth across her shoulder blades, I watch her eyes grow bright and glassy as the orgasm dangles just out of reach. My hips buck in time with her motion, my thrusts driving my cock deeper inside her and letting my piercing do the rest.
“Calista, darling. Tell me what you need.”
It’s a pained whisper as her desperation melds with my own.
Vicious nails tear into the flesh on my legs, her scratch marks sending a zing of pain through my system. I’m tempted to lie back and let this vixen bounce on my cock all night long, but the desire to see Calista fall apart drives me to bend forward and grab her hand.
“Show me what you need.”
An echo of surprise radiates through her expression, the unspoken confession of wanting this woman to finish the same way we started.
With Calista in complete control.
“Always such a good boy.”
Another purr, but this one has her eyes locking with mine. Emerald flames flicker with lust and desire, each one swirling around her irises like a wildfire.
She takes my hand and presses it hard on her clit. Rubs back and forth, making tiny circles that has the purr turning into a groan. Calista leans back against me, slowing her movements so she can watch our fingers get the job done.
If I thought her pussy was tight before, it was nothing compared to this.
“Fuck.”
Clenching my ass cheeks to try and hold off, I feel Calista contract and shake as she comes all over my cock. It’s a memory that brands itself into my core, the sight of her flushed face and bouncing ass as she falls apart.
Cum sprays across my stomach when she lifts herself off me, a rapid succession that has me gasping for air. Pleasure pools across my skin, dripping from my spent cock and leaking into every crevice of my body.
“Tell me that was good for you too.” Struggling to catch my breath, I risk a glance at the woman and not her reflection, “Lie and tell me that was the best shag you’ve ever had.”
“Awe, Devil. Did I make it to the top of your bedpost?”
“Bedpost and fucking headboard.”
A cackle rings out, so brutally honest I feel it deep in my bones.
The mark she leaves behind every time she laughs.
Smiles. Breathes.
Calista Drache has left a scar and it’s not going away anytime soon.
And I’m not so sure I want it to.