Chapter 67 WHAT HAVE I DONE?!
SERAPHINA'S POINT OF VIEW.
He doesn’t lick me. He eats me. His tongue goes in and out of my pussy with such savagery, his groans and moans, as his fingers dig into my thighs, as well as his hands pushing my pussy further into his face, even though there’s literally no space between us, have me flicking my nipples, as I scream while grinding against his face.
My legs are wrapped around his head with such tightness, I should be surprised he hasn’t come up for air yet. He groans against my pussy, slurping up my juices as his fingers fuck me, while his tongue laps up my juices. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking on it while spanking my ass. Hard.
“Oh, yes,” I scream, grinding against his face, as my entire body contorts in pleasure. My hands grip onto his hair to ground me, because it feels like I’m no longer in this world, or on the earth. He’s taken me to some place….somewhere so far out of this galaxy, that all I want to do is stay there, no matter how fucking long it takes.
My pussy walls clench around his tongue, and he groans against my pussy again, the sound sending vibrations through my pussy.
“You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” He whispers against me and slaps my thighs. “Let me have all of it, vixen. Come on, don’t hold back.” He says, his fingers still fucking me, before his lips return.
And all of a sudden, it’s like I’ve gone mad with pleasure, as my screams and groans fill the silent library, coupled with his moans, grunts, and groans.
“Theo, please. I think I’m gonna….I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I scream as my pussy contracts against his lips. I’ve never felt this way before…never. The last time I’d been at anything even remotely close to this was about a week ago, when I had my fingers in my pussy at the thought of him.
But before I could come, Peterson knocked on my door with news about the plan.
He grunts against me again, before spanking my pussy while he’s sucking on my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as my body falls apart around him. “Oh fuck, it feels so good. Please! Yes! Ahh.” I mumble a bunch of incoherent words as my thighs tremble around his face. He doesn’t let me go, though; he rather laps up my come, slurping it like it’s fucking juice.
I whimper against him, my thighs trembling from the aftershocks, as I mumble something even I don’t understand.
“I know, vixen. I understand you.” He whispers, rising to his feet. His face is drenched with my juices; it even drips onto his sweatshirt, but I can barely understand a thing I’m seeing, I’m too high on the pleasure to even know if we’re still alive.
We must be, if I feel this way, right?
My eyes drift to his pants, and his cock is so hard that it practically tears through his pants.
And for some reason, I suddenly want to taste it….I want to lick it, choke, gag on it, until I can’t fucking breathe. I don’t recognize myself. I’m the good girl at home, the one who never swears, is never home late, or where she isn’t expected to be.
So why am I like this with him?
Why?
“You want it?” He asks, and my eyes dart back to him. Before I can stop myself, my bead bobs up and down.
“Words.”
“Yes.” The moment the words leave my lips, his eyes are even darker, and before I know it, he pushes me to my feet.
I fall to my knees before him, making contact with the cold marble floors.
“Take me out of my pants, vixen.” He whispers, rubbing my hair.
My hands are shaky, but I get to the task, unzipping his pants slowly, before tugging them down to his knees. His briefs follow, and next thing I know, his cock springs out, like an angry car ready to be unleashed.
“Oh.” I squeak as I stare at it. That thing looks like it could split a person in half. The veins around it are angry as they stretch around his cock. It's also leaking with precum, painting my cheeks as it slaps me each second.
“What is it?” He asks, fisting it in place.
“It's too big,” I whisper, transfixed by it.
He chuckles, “You’ll deal with it, vixen. Now open wide.”
I swallow, hoping I can take it, before opening my mouth as wide as possible. He doesn’t waste a second, inserting his cock between my lips and into my mouth.
The second his cock makes contact with my mouth, he groans so loud that it practically makes the walls shake. “Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.”
He grabs onto the back of my neck before thrusting in my mouth over and over again. His huge cock fills my mouth for a moment before disappearing and going in again.
He repeats the action a few more times before he stops with his cock in my mouth, making me breathe through my nose. “Come on.” He commands, his hips jerking so his cock moves inside me as he places his hands behind him. “Suck me off, vixen.”
I nod, palming his balls and cock with either of my hands as I suck him off. The sound of me sucking his cock fills the room, coupled with my gagging every time he hits the back of my throat.
I sputter around his cock, but I don’t stop sucking, my pussy getting so wet, it fucking drips down my thighs.
“You’re a good slut for me, aren’t you?” I should be offended by that, but I find myself humming in response, as I bob my head to suck his cock freely. My hands rub where my mouth cannot get to; he’s too big for me.
My pussy gets so wet from this that one of my hands leaves his cock, and gets to my pussy instead. I rub my clit as I suck him off.
He realizes this because his eyes darken again. “Are you getting off from this, vixen? You enjoy this that much?” I moan in response, and he chuckles.
“You’re such a dirty girl, and you know what I do to dirty girls?” He asks, before removing my hand from his cock. “I punish them.”
He grabs onto my head and thrusts inside my mouth with such speed and force that I have to grab onto his thigh to anchor myself.
His cock thrusts in and out of my mouth hard for a few more minutes before he shoots ropes of seed down my throat. I follow soon after, my orgasm releasing down my legs, making me tremble.
He removes himself from my mouth, his cock softening.
“I have a proposition….can we do this often…no strings attached?” I asked, still on my knees before him, my pussy sore as my juices dripped down my thighs, and my mouth still filled with the taste of his cum.
“Of course, hellcat.” He whispers, smirking that same way I’ve tried to convince myself that I hate.