Flower in the Dark

Z

I'm hard and ready for her. Violet's pussy is dripping with her re

cent orgasm, and I rub my tip through her juices before pumping into her a few times.

She whimpers and clutches the blankets in her hands. “Z, please.”

My eyes widen at her plea, and my face lights up with a smug smile as I lightly smack her pert ass-cheeks. "Patience, little flower."

I grab a bottle of lube from the back pocket of my jeans while fucking her hard, and pushing her into the mattress with my other hand. I draw out slowly, inch by inch and she moans at the feeling. I have a hard time not groaning, but I don't want her to know just how much it affects me too.

When I am fully out, I squirt a few globs of lube onto my hardened length and rub it in, sliding my hand up and down the shaft, before moving back over her. Violet tries to look at me, but I move her back down again, my palm on her back as I place my cock at her puckered entrance.

I lean forward, “Are you ready for me Violet?”

"Z, what-?" she begins, and shrieks as I slowly breach her with my cock, before pushing forward, filling her swiftly to the hilt.

My teeth grit together as I fight the groan of pleasure, the tightness of the little hole around me nearly making me come. "Fuuuck, you're so tight."

She shakes beneath me, panting and whimpering. Much to my own surprise I pause, giving her a moment to adjust, and leaning back to admire the sight before me. My little flower is on her front, and her skin is wet from her bath, and flushed from her arousal and orgasm, with my cock seated fully in her sweet little ass. Her breathing soon evens out and becomes steadier, and I growl when she squirms and pushes back against me.

My blood rushes in my ears and something takes over as I drive into her viciously. Her asshole is stretched wide around my length, and I watch it slide in and out of her, the lube making the action smooth.

Her ass is hot around my cock, and when it clenches around me, I shout out, “Violet!”

I don’t slow down, Violet’s screams mingle with my grunts, and I push my hand underneath her to fill her cunt, which is flooded with her arousal

"You fucking like it, my dirty flower," I snarl in her ear, "You're soaking my hand with your juices, and this greedy pussy is practically sucking my fingers in."

She whimpers and cries out when I pump them into her. My cock in her ass makes her even tighter than usual, and when her fingers join mine, I can feel them pressing against my cock from the inside. I feel my balls drawing up, I'm getting close.

"Z!" Violet calls out, orgasming around our fingers and my cock.

“Look at me, flower!” I shout, my teeth bared and clenched together as I work to keep up my pace, feeling my own release approaching.

Her eyes are unfocused, but she manages to look over her shoulder, meeting mine.

"Call me Zachary, fucking say it, Violet!"

She moans when I give a rigorous plunge into her, and she gasps my name out, "Zachary!"

It sends me over the edge, and I roar out her name as I fill her ass with cum. When I slide out the last of it drips onto her, and runs down to coat her cunt.

I slump down on top of her, feeling boneless and weak after coming so hard. Violet doesn’t push me off her or try to move; we’re both panting heavily. When she turns to look at me, her eyelids are heavy and a sated look fills the depths of her eyes. Then she leans up to brush a kiss against my lips. I suck her bottom lip gently, my eyes never leaving hers as something strange and new passes between us.

51

Violet

I open my eyes, guessing that I must have fallen asleep after the way Z-Zachary and I fucked last night. I can’t deny that I fucked him back, or that I enjoyed every minute of what he did to me, in spite of the initial pain.

I go to stretch, but realize that I can’t move, I glance over my shoulder and see Zachary behind me, with his arm thrown over me and holding me close to him. Warmth fills my chest as I take in his sleeping form, his usually scowling face relaxed and peaceful.

A blush heats my cheeks at how handsome he is without the harsh expressions marring his features. I have always found him attractive, but his attitude and actions have always distracted and muted that somewhat. I close my eyes and groan, feeling sick again. I wriggle as I work my way out from under his arm, which in his sleep he tries to draw me tighter to him, but I manage to without waking him. I head to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face, willing the nauseating feeling to pass.

"Ugh, I wish this damn period would hurry up and come, so this stupid sickness will stop," I grumble, before diving at the toilet.

This is where Zachary finds me, half an hour later, slumped over the toilet. I am hot, sweaty, and still retching, but no longer puking. With a grimace, he hands me a bottle of water, wets a cloth, and lays it over my clammy forehead.