Page 36 of Starving Butterfly
“I love you firefly.” I whispered layering kisses across her cheek as my thumb pinched and rolled her clit between my fingers.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, and it was a beautiful sight. Her body jolted forward as she steadied her hands on my shoulder. A cocky smile laced my lips as she leaned close to me.
Summer’s lips rested on my ear as she whispered, “I love you.”
She nipped at my earlobe, sucking it between her teeth as she settled her drenched pussy on my dick. I groaned into her temple as my pace on her clit faltered. She moaned out as I pushed upward, stretching her tight walls around my cock. We stayed there for what felt like an eternity, and then she started to grind.
I lost all thought as I pulled her hips downward fully on my cock, my breath came in pants as she started to bounce on my dick. Her thighs slapped against mine as I matched her pace. My lips found hers in a clashing kiss as she rode me, chasing that invisible high. My hands gripped her hips as hers wove to her clitoris.
“That’s it, rub your pussy as you take my dick.” I praised, and it only excited her more than a gush of warmth spread across my cock slipping down my balls. She was incredibly sexy, taking charge of me. Her right hand gripped my shoulder as her left continued to rub at her clit. My mouth closed around herbreasts, flicking and twirling around the buds as her head fell back in a scream.
Those soft, silky pussy lips squeezed and quivered against my dick, straining to both suck me in and shove me out in the next moment. I growled into her breast as my teeth lightly scraped against her.
“Cole!” she screamed as her body quivered with her release. I wasn’t done, though. I picked her up, tossing her gently back on the couch as I ground into her dripping wet cunt. She pulled me close as more papers fell in our mess of limbs.
Pumping into her like a man possessed, she found rhythm in my pace, matching my thrust for thrust. Her head fell back in a moan, and I captured her lips, swallowing another moan and pulling her hair.
Her hand circled my neck, and for half a second, I hesitated. Summer squeezed my neck, cutting off my circulation, and my breaths became labored. Her pussy fluttered, tightening with each thrust, and I was slowly losing the battle. My dick throbbed in tune to the thudding in my head as she pulled my neck towards her. It was the first time I had ever let her choke me, and my mind was buzzing with euphoria.
Pounding into her with a renewed sense of urgency, she moaned into my lips, “You like the way I choke you daddy?” Everything went blank at that statement; my mind stuttered as pleasure wrapped around my dick as I came within her. I barely even registered her orgasm as she pulled me into a deep kiss. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She giggled out.
My body spent of energy and my head buzzing, I stood a little dizzy.
A news article rested just under her thigh, and my eyes latched onto the face. I knew that face. It was one I had seen before.
“Oh my god,” the whisper left my mouth as I stared at the man.
“What?” she asked breathlessly, still recovering from the post-orgasmic bliss.
“Move your ass, that’s him.” I urged her.
She rolled over, grabbing the gun I’d gifted her and pulling the slide to chamber a bullet.
“Where?” Her eyes went alert as they looked around in confusion.
A laugh tumbled out of my mouth; she was clearly thinking faster than she could move. Her round belly giggled like a bowling ball hitting pins as she held the pistol ready to shoot.
“Sorry no I meant this,” I pulled at the page that was now splattered in our combined release.
She made the weapon safe and sat back, exhausted. “I swear if you pull that shit again I will shoot you.”
I tried to hide the laugh with a cough, but she just pulled her sweater around her body, looking at me with a pout.
The article was from a few years back, but the face was the same. It was the judge I met at poker.
She held it between her fingertips and looked at the man reading off his title.
“Judge Nathanial Cassidy awarded Judicial Division Award for outstanding service, the sixty-four year old judge stands proudly beside wife Winnie and daughter Jennifer as he accepts this once in a lifetime achievement.” I read from the article.
“Sounds like an old fart on a windy day. What’s he got to do with Gabriella?” She asked, grabbing a bag and chips off the table.
“Look at his cufflinks,” I said, pointing at the small golden bear on his black suit.
She dropped the bag and gripped the page, bringing it closer to her face. “You sure it’s not dried cum?”
“Positive.” I confirmed I didn’t bother to tell her I had met the man, still unsure that my suspicions were warranted.
“Let’s go kill a judge,” she said in an excited whisper.
