Page 161 of Sincerely, Butterfly

She’s enjoying this.I’mgetting her off, and there’s not a single bit of fear behind her eyes.

I both love it and hate it because I want her fear, yet the way she lets me mold her body has me wanting to see what else she’d let me do to her.

“Look at you,” I sneer, shaking my head. “You love this? You’re sick, Nola. I could snap your neck right now, end your life, yet your pussy is clamped so tight around my fingers that it’s like you can’t get enough. You are nothing but a nasty little cum catcher.”

Her eyes roll back as I press my thumb against her clit.

She looks so fucking stunning at my mercy.

Gritting my teeth, I breathe through my nose, refusing to let her have any more control over me. I won’t fuck her, but I bet she’d fucking love that.

“Cum for me, Lotus Flower. Show me you’re just as fucked in the head as I am.”

Her hands reach out, wrapping around my wrist as I tighten my grip on her neck, hard enough that there will be bruises to commemoratethis night. Her eyes widen, and I see the fear I was craving from her, making me nearly fucking lose it.

My movements grow wild as I thrust roughly inside her, moving my thumb harder against her clit.

Her nails dig into my arm, panic seeping into her features. Her nostrils flare, and her lips are parted as she struggles to breathe.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I look her right in the eyes and growl, “Be a good little pain whore and soak my fucking hand right fuckingnow.”

Air passes her lips in a whisper of a sound as her body shatters in my hold. “Fuck!” I curse as her cunt strangles my fingers so hard she might fucking break them.

Her body shakes in my hold as her climax crashes into her. I can feel her excitement flowing over my hand, her pussy contracting around my fingers as ripple after ripple of pleasure courses through her body.

Finally, I let go of her throat mid-orgasm. She lets go of my arm to catch herself as she slumps back against my bike.

Her breasts heave with every breath she struggles to take, a scared but curious look in her eyes as my fingers stay buried in her cunt.

Stepping forward, I loom over her. She looks up at me, eyes flicking between mine. “You look so fucking good at my mercy, Lotus Flower,” I murmur, brushing my thumb against her lower lip with the urge to lean in and claim her lips with mine.

Pulling my fingers free, I grab her face with my other hand, pressing hard and forcing her mouth to open. I bring the fingers that were just inside her up, shoving them past her lips and so far inside her mouth that I make her gag as she’s forced to taste her own arousal.

“This is your fucking mess,” I growl. “So clean up after yourself.”

I let go of her face, letting her wrap her lips around my fingers. Her tongue swirls around my digits, which turns me on more than it should.

She takes me by surprise when she grabs my wrist and pulls my fingers free. With her eyes locked on mine, her tongue slips out, and she starts to lick her arousal from the palm of my hand.

My nostrils flare as I pant because my cock’s sofucking painfully hard right now. It’s taking everything in me not to spin her around and take her needy cunt.

It’s when she moans like a bitch in heat, loving every moment, that snaps me out of whatever spell she managed to get me under.

And just like that, the moment is over.

I yank my hand from her hold, the realization of what I just did, what I allowed to happen, sinking into my sex-muddled mind.

Who is this girl? Because this is not the Nola I know.

Whoever she is, she needs to go. This needs to stop. Because for the smallest moment, she acted like the kind of girl we’ve craved her to be.

And that can’t happen. Yes, I was rough, I was the tiniest bit mean, and she liked it. But this isn’t anywhere near the kind of depravity we like to indulge in.

The thing that pisses me off the most is that she loved every moment of it. There was no fight from her. The fucked up part is that I’m disappointed she didn’t tell me to stop, that there was trust instead of fear in her eyes.

She wanted every moment of that and I don’t know what to make of it.

“Pull your fucking shorts up,” I snap.