Page 105 of Wicked Dares
I stop her, pull out of her mouth, and lift her to stand.
“Levi,” she gasps.
“I need to be inside you again.”
I turn her to face the wall and bend her over so my cock is perfectly lined up against her pussy.
Feeling how wet she is for me sends unhinged desire spiraling through my mind, then I bury myself deep inside her.
I already know I won’t last long, but I’ll take what I can get.
“What a pretty fuck you are, Butterfly.”
I pump harder, admiring her lush, round ass and the way her breasts bounce with every thrust.
“Oh, God,” she cries, her fingers grasping for something to hold on to.
Her muscles tighten as I fuck her against the wall.
It doesn’t take long before I lose control and flood her insides with my cum. It flows out of me at the same time she comes, too.
The impact is so great I almost fucking black out.
Within the walls of my shower, nothing can be heard but our breathing.
I hold on to her, not wanting to let go yet. Or for the moment to end.
Fuck it. This ends when I say it does. I’m Levi Vale. I write my own rules and play my own games.
I pull out of her and scoop her up in my arms. She’s breathing hard and her skin is glowing.
“Where are you taking me now?” she giggles, but she’s still catching her breath.
“Back to bed. I want that pussy on my face.”
* * *
It’s just past seven. I have to leave now if I want to make my flight.
I just can’t bring myself to go yet.
I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Piper.
She’s asleep, curled slightly beneath the silky bedsheets. She fell asleep hours ago.
I couldn’t drift off. I liked watching her too much. And part of me thought if I closed my eyes, I’d wake up and she’d be gone. Like the first night we spent together.
It’s crazy.
If anyone had told me this could be me, I would never have believed it.
I hardly believe it myself.
The butterfly flew into the devil’s lair and made him feel things he never thought he could feel. Soft only for her.
Warm sunlight spills across her in golden ribbons, setting her hair on fire. One of her hands is tucked beneath her cheek, and the look on her face is pure peace.
I hope she feels it, too. She’s told me many things about herself, but I know there are things she’s kept hidden. Dark things connected to her ex.
