Flower in the Dark

I can tell she is getting close, so wanting to up the ante a little, I nudge my wet fingers into her tight asshole, stretching her, shoving into it in time with my tongue.

She convulses beneath me, screaming out my name as she comes, “Z!”

“I love the sound of my name on your lips,” I say, my mouth full of her.

I continue pumping her, even as she soaks my tongue with her juices before pulling my fingers out and gently tonguing her sensitive asshole. She squirms at the touch.

I crawl up her body, pinning her hands above her and drive into her without warning. Not giving her time to adjust to my size, I pound her into the mattress and stick my tongue down her throat, forcing her to taste her juices in my mouth and on my tongue.

She groans, and I smirk, “You’re such a dirty little flower, your cunt is swallowing my dick.”

She flinches beneath me, probably at my using such a crude word. So innocent and I can’t wait to corrupt and taint that with my filth.

Slowing my pace I whisper in her ear, “How dirty are you, Violet?”

She doesn’t answer, just pants heavily, pushing her hips up against me, trying to grind on my cock.

“So fucking filthy, I’ll offer you a deal. You want to get out of this room then you can get on your knees and beg me”

She looks me in the eyes, hers are dark with desire, closer to the color of mine than the light ash color they usually are, as I slowly pull my cock from her, mourning the loss of her heat wrapped around it.

“I want you to get on your knees and beg me. Open up your pretty little mouth, take my cock inside it and beg me with your lips and your tongue. I want to fuck that throat of yours Violet, and you will take it. Make me want to let you out of this room,” I say darkly, my voice low with lust, and wondering if she’ll actually do it. My eyes widen with shock and a thrill of pleasure as she slips from the bed and onto her knees in front of me.

24

Violet

I’m on my knees in front of him, surprised that I am even considering doing this. I’ve never given a blow job before, although come to think of it I’d never been eaten out before. I’d never expected to be consumed like I’m a meal while it happened either. I’m nervous now, as I stare at the monster in front of my face, rigid and glistening with my arousal.

He grabs my hair in his hand and pushes his cock against my lips, growling at me when I don’t open them.

“Open your mouth Violet,” he says, his voice dark, almost menacing.

“I’ve nev-,” I’m cut off as he drives his cock forward into me before I can finish.

I gag and splutter around it, my mouth stretched wide, and my throat blocked from his intrusion. He pulls back, and I gasp in a breath before he stabs it back in, although I’m a little more prepared this time, and I manage to close my mouth around him.

His eyes close in pleasure, and he slows his pace, moving more leisurely so I’m able to suck, taste, and run my tongue up and down him. The taste of my pussy on his skin both turns me on and disgusts me at the same time. I shouldn't be enjoying this. I shouldn't be enjoying my taste and his, or the way he is using my mouth like it's my pussy for him to fuck as he pleases.

He shoves his cock into my mouth again, his hips are pressed against my face and when it reaches my throat I gag.

"That's it, Violet, swallow my fucking cock."

Soon, the taste of me is gone, and all I can taste is him. The way his skin tastes is amazing, and I inhale deeply. His eyes are open and fixated on me, watching as I take him into my mouth. His jaw clenches, and he starts to ram into me again, moving faster and deeper, not caring that I’m gagging around his cock again.

“Violet!” He roars, jerking against my face before stopping in my throat, pumping his cum down it. I can’t fucking breathe, my throat is so full of him.

He pulls out, and I splutter, gasping for air, inhaling deep breaths. Trying to recover. The taste of his cum is in my mouth, slightly salty, and not overly pleasant.

I get up on shaky legs and grab the bottle of water, taking big gulps, still trying to catch my breath. He stands and walks over to me, placing a kiss on my neck, then biting it. He squeezes my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers before moving one hand to my throat and the other hand down to cup my pussy, sliding a finger inside. I whimper at the touch.

“You’re so fucking wet. Did sucking my cock turn you on, dirty flower?” he murmurs as he swirls a wet digit around my sensitive clit.

I moan again, gripping his arm and sinking my fingernails in, “Please Z, make me come.”

He slaps my pussy before picking up the speed and rhythm until I can feel myself getting close. He bites down on my neck again, and I cry out, the pleasure and pain overtaking me.

“I love the way you beg, but I’m not convinced of your sincerity, so for now you stay in here.” He says as he releases his grip on me.