Page 96 of Lured By Shadows

My clit rubbed against the rough, soaked seam of my panties with each involuntary buck of my hips, the friction gritty and intense, right before I soiled them completely. Hot spurts of release soaked through the fabric in audible squelches, the scent of my arousal sharp and musky in the air.

“You did such a wonderful job,” he murmured in my ear as I curled into him.

His lips brushed the lobe with a kiss, cooling against my skin. White dots speckled my vision as I gasped for air in desperate, heaving pants, coming down from my high with tremors that made my thighs quiver.

“That’s my good little lamb.”

I had drenched my clothes, sticky warmth spreading down my legs in a lewd trickle. I held onto Culver’s hair for dear life, fingers trembling as they tugged against the strands while I melted into him like he was about to vanish into thin air.

Fuck.

I really did cum without even having his fingers in me. That had never happened before. Not even when I was alone. My own touches had never drawn out that kind of intensity. It felt embarrassing, shame flushing hot beneath the afterglow.

But it also made the thought of actually having Culver between my legs feel even more dangerous, the promise of more making my spent pussy twitch with renewed hunger. His cock twitched between us, a hard jerk pressing insistently against me.

I tried sliding my hand down to help him out, but his hand tightened against my stomach. Fingers dug into the soft flesh with a firm grip that halted me, like he already knew exactly what I intended.

“I believe we have completely erased it now.”

What? Oh right. Yeah, it all started because of Carter.

I nodded, letting my breathing slowly settle as I looked upward into Culver’s gaze. The movement made me feel just how drenched my thighs were with slick.

I glanced downward to see if I had made a mess of Culver’s pants. “Shit, I’m so sorry—”

Culver stopped me from squirming again. “Ira, what have I said about apologizing?”

He scolded me softly, and it made me flush with even more embarrassment. “But I—”

“No buts.” He shook his head with a smile. “I am exactly where I want to be, and you have given me the most precious reward.”

I stalled, watching him carefully for any sign of discomfort, but he gave me nothing.

“Let me clean it, at least.”

His thumb brushed beneath my chin before grazing lightly against my bottom lip.

“I would have enjoyed staying with you longer, but I must depart. I will have these cleaned properly, so you should not fret.”

“Or just throw them away.” I leaned in slightly when his hand moved from my chin. “It’s probably gross.”

“Nothing on or inside you is ever gross, my little lamb.” His eyes shone brightly, like he was presenting me a simple fact.

I couldn’t help but scoff and shake my head, but then he laid me back against the couch quietly and let his hand rest over mine a beat longer.

“Goodnight, Ira.” His eyes stayed on mine.

It felt like he was rushing out of there. Did he get what he wanted? Fuck, was this it with him? My thoughts scattered in a thousand directions before halting when he spoke again.

“I will pick you up in a few days so you and Anna can plan the wedding.” He turned back toward me, completely stealing my breath when he winked. “And then I will have you the rest of the day to myself.”

It wasn’t fair. Culver was too hot.

My brain finally came back alive, and I nearly shouted, “G-Goodnight, Culver!”

He turned once more, the smile never leaving his face.

And just like that, he was gone, much happier than when he entered. I guess that was because of me… or at least I hoped so.