Page 101 of Pretty Thing

Pretty Thing shakes her head.

“I say your name when I come. Do you want me to say your name tonight? Is that what has you so tied up for words?”

“Yes,” she says, moaning softly as I kiss the sensitive spot under her ear.

Pushing myself up on my arms, I stare down at the thieving creature that stole my heart.

“I need you to say it.”

Eden licks her lips, but I’m not going to rescue her this time. I may be a monster, but I’m a fucking gentleman.

“I want you to be my first,” she says.

“And?”

“I want you tonight.” She glances at the door. “Unless…”

I shake my head.

“I’m sure I can swallow your screams sufficiently.”

“Then…yes.”

The feral possessiveness that takes over my body is something I can’t control. All I know is that Eden becomes mine tonight, and nothing will stop me. Throwing the blankets off, I march for the door and flip the lock. When I turn around, her eyes are focused on the tent in my boxers.

“Take your top off,” I order.

Eden blinks and looks up at me before pulling the T-shirt over her head. My mouth waters as she tosses it aside and I catch a glimpse of her nipple before she pulls the blanket up to cover herself.

“Now your shorts.”

She shimmies them down her legs, and they land somewhere across the room.

I never take my eyes off hers as I move to the end of the bed. Eden bites her lip when I grab my shaft through my boxers and stroke it for her. She wiggles under the blankets, her cheeks flushing. I hold my finger up to my lips, signaling her to be quiet, and she nods. Slowly lifting the blankets, I push my boxers lower so they slip down my legs, and then I crawl under.

Eden jumps when I touch her. I’m careful with her ankle as I spread her legs, pushing them up so her knees are bent.

It’s dark, but I don’t need light to see her in my mind. If I’m struck blind tonight, I will still know exactly how beautiful my Pretty Thing is. I’ll never forget how she tastes on my tongue and feels under my hands. I’ve memorized every square inch of her body. The last thing I have to experience is what it feels like to be inside her. Eden wrapped around my cock is the final step in making her mine forever.

Her body trembles, and she tries to close her legs when my hands slide higher up her thighs. But my grip is firm. I hold there until I’m sure she’s done warring with her modesty. I kiss a soft line along her leg, and she lets out a tiny gasp. So sensitive.

I tease her first, rubbing her clit in small, slow circles until she sighs and I feel the tension fade. That’s when I strike with my tongue.

“Oh my god,” Eden cries, her body arching up into my mouth.

My sweet Eden loses herself. I groan and slide my hands under her ass, lifting her just enough to give me better access while my tongue plunges into her repeatedly.

Eden grabs my hair when I suck her clit into my mouth, and I almost come on the spot. I let go of her leg to fist my cock, squeezing it until the feeling subsides.

The ache I’ve suffered wanting her and always holding myself back is excruciating. I’ve spent months learning everything about my Pretty Thing and always being on the periphery of her life, not in it. Jerking myself off multiple times a day barely quenches the thirst I have for Eden. And now here she is, my mouth on her core as she rubs her delicious cunt over my tongue.

Hard work really does pay off.

Lust builds in her like a storm. It’s taking over and consuming her as she has consumed me all this time. I eat up every little sound of pleasure she makes. The uncontrollable monster in me, the darkness lurking just under the surface, takes over and I growl, digging my fingers into her soft skin.

“Felix…oh…oh…I’m going to come,” she whispers, her voice low and harsh. “Uh…uh…ahh,” she squeals, the sound muffled. I assume she’s biting the edge of the comforter or pillow.

Her body arches and I suck and lick harder, devouring every last bit of her release. She tastes so fucking sweet. She’s a meal I’ll feast on every day for the rest of my life. Eden is mine.