Page 207 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Sylas grabs my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back. He continues to whistle as he ties my damn hands together with his belt!

“There we go. Bound and gagged, just how I like you.”

I scream around my gag as his hand slaps my ass hard enough to make a searing pain shoot through me and straight to my clit.

The burn sets in instantly.

I see his hands come into view on either side of my head as he leans down, holding himself over me.

I wait for him to slip his cock inside me and fuck me like an animal, but he doesn’t.

When I feel his cock press between my cheeks, I think he’s about to fuck me in the ass, but I’m wrong again.

He slides his cock between my ass cheeks, groaning as he rolls his hips. “Perfect bun for my weiner,” he snickers like a damn kid.

And despite how fucked up this whole situation is, I want to laugh.Does he have any idea how cute he is?

He rolls his hips again and again, the pace growing faster, harder, but I don’t feel anything inside of me. It doesn’t take me long to realize he’s using my ass to get off, his cock nuzzled between my cheeks.

And what do I get? This hot as hell man rutting against my ass, and the thing is, it’s fucking hot. Him using me like this, knowing that I’m driving him crazy, bringing him pleasure. And that's an issue because it heightens the ache inside me, but I can’t do anything about it.

I’m lying here on the cold cemetery ground, dripping with need. My pussy screams to be filled, to be fucked, to be fucking used, demanding the orgasm I deserve, damn it!

“Your ass feels good, Lola Girl,” he growls. “I should shovemyself right in your tight little hole, fucking wreck your ass until you’re screaming for me to stop, until you fucking bleed on my cock. But I won’t, because I feel like dirtying you up some more.”

I strain my neck, trying to get a good look at him. It’s like a switch went off inside him. The sounds he’s making, his grunts, growls, and snarls as he ruts against my ass like a madman. It all has me sobbing in frustration because I want that, but with his cock inside me, damn it!

This is the biggest cock tease ever. I’m not into edging, thank you very much. I love the orgasm, small or big, I don’t care to prolong the build-up. All orgasms with these men are mind blowing.

My arms protest in pain from this angle, and it’s hard to breathe. Saliva collects in my mouth, soaking into the panties as I frantically try to breathe through my nose.

Still, I watch this god of a man use my body to get off, and it’s so damn hot.

“That's it. Fuck. Take my cock. God, this ass, this fucking ass.” He lets go of the belt to crack his hand against my ass again, making me scream. “That's it, baby, scream for me. It’s like music to my ears. Such a good little slut, letting me use your body. I’m gonna cum, little butterfly. Fuck. God, yes. Fuck!” He shoves my nightgown up, baring my back to the cool night air. His hips move in jerky thrusts, faster and faster, before he thrusts forward one more time and lets out a long, loud groan.

I can’t see it, but I can feel his hot cum shooting out and spraying all over my back.

When he’s done, he rolls over and lies down on the ground, chest heaving as he lets out a sigh. “Thanks. I needed that.” He reaches over and slaps my ass.

That's it?! He gets to paint me like a fucking Picasso, and I’m left a fucking horny mess.

This might be one of the hottest experiences that could ever happen to me, but it’s also one of the most sexually frustrating ones, too.

What does a girl gotta do to cum? If my hands were free, I’d fucking just lie next to him and finger myself using Wesley’s cumas lube.

I glare at him, nostrils flaring.

“Aw, don’t be mad, Lola Girl. We’re not done with you just yet. You’re going to get to cum soon. Just be patient. Good things come to those who wait.”

He pats my head before rolling back to look up at the sky, basking in his orgasm high.Must be fucking nice!

Fuck this shit.

With all my strength, I roll myself over and sit up.

Sylas chuckles softly as he watches me struggle to get up. Once I make it to my feet, I spin around and glare down at him.

“Run along, little butterfly. Two down, one to go.”