I don't know how long I'm submerged beneath the storm, but distinctly, I can feel my body seizing furiously. Yet, he holds on to me with a firm grip, keeping me in place as he continues to lap at my cunt until I have nothing left to give.
After what feels like forever, I come down from an experience that could only be described as an exorcism.
“Jesus f-fucking Christ,” I stutter, my voice cracking and shaken, my mouth almost feeling numb.
His gaze is fierce. “If you're asking Him to save you, then I will nail Him onto that fucking cross again. You will be my ruin, but only I will be your savior.”
Molly
Nine Years Ago
2013
Even if I had the brain function to respond, I wouldn't know how.
Gently, he drops my trembling legs back onto the bed, only to draw his t-shirt over his head.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I keep the words to myself this time, but a small gasp manages to slip free.
His body is sculpted better than the marble statues of gods in museums across the world. Chiseled to pure perfection, with black tattoos covering his stomach, chest, and down his arms.
The gray sweatpants he’s wearing do nothing to hide his hard cock, and the moment I lay eyes on it, I immediately wish I hadn’t. In this case, maybe ignorance would’ve been bliss .
“Cage, I don’t know if I can handle it,” I say hesitantly, now extremely cautious of trying to take all of him inside me. I’m unsure how I’d even fit it in my goddamn mouth.
“It’ll fit, baby,” he assures confidently, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and sliding them down his thick thighs, and off his legs.
His cock is even more intimidating without the clothing over it, and much bigger than I thought. But, fuck, is it beautiful. Long and deliciously thick, with pulsing veins cording throughout it. He’s perfectly proportioned, and even the swollen head has me aching to suck on it.
“Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll give that little mouth of yours more than it can handle.”
It takes effort to drag my gaze up to his, my expression twisted with apprehension. “That’s not going to fit.”
He grins devilishly. “It’ll fit.”
I give him a look that tells him just how wrong I think he is, though that only widens his smirk. He oozes confidence, and while I’m still incredibly terrified of the beast between his legs, I do feel at ease that he knows what he’s doing.
“Do you want to watch me prove you wrong?” he asks lowly, his voice deepening. Reaching over to his discarded sweats, he plunges his hand into the pocket and produces a foil packet.
He brought protection.
Relief washes over me. So much so that I don't hesitate to whisper, “Yes.”
I’m enthralled by the way he expertly slides the condom over his thick length, and I'm short of breath when he prowls up my body, hovering over me. My stomach tightens when he leans down and brushes the faintest of kisses over my lips, eliciting crackling static between them.
“I’ll feed my cock into your pussy nice and slow, okay, baby? I’ll make sure you’re so fucking full, then just when you think you can’t take any more—” His lip pulls up into a savage snarl. “—I’ll go deeper.”
That’s not just a promise, but a threat.
“What if I can’t take it?” I question, my tone husky with desire.
He trails his lips over my jawline and to the shell of my ear. Just before he places a soft kiss below my lobe, he murmurs darkly, “You’ve survived much worse.”
His tone is unapologetic, indicating that he’s confident in my ability to survive him. My stomach clenches around the anxious butterflies within.
Once more, he’s lifting the underside of my thighs, hooking them over his arms as he positions the tip at my entrance. He applies just enough pressure to part my lips, but not enough to breach past my opening.
I’ve never been on a roller coaster, except this is precisely what I imagine it feels like when it crests over the hill right before the big drop. The anticipation is nearly as terrifying as it is thrilling.
“Cage,” I breathe shakily, needing him to do something—anything—but leave me in suspense.
“Take me,” he commands roughly. I shake my head, at a loss for what he needs me to do. Only then my pussy contracts and it feels like my body is suctioning him in.
“Fuuuuck, that’s it,” he rasps, the both of us watching the tip of his cock disappear. “So goddamn tight, fuck, Molly. ”
“I— What—”