Page 55 of Vicious Butterfly
Whatever. He’d stop us, at least hide my ass if someone came in. Pretty sure. But I want him too badly to care right now. He slides his wet cock between my cheeks, and then the head breaches my hole. I moan loud and long as Tate enters me slowly.
He leans over, speaking into my ear. “This is where you belong—on the end of my cock.” He slips out, then in again. Have I always loved cockthismuch? I can’t remember. It’s been a while. Father didn’t exactly forbid me from fucking, but it was heavily frowned upon unless I was in a respectable relationship, and so one of the many ways I chose to lay low was to abstain. I did most of the fucking, though. Before that. Being fucked, well, it isn’t new, but being taken like this is.
But if Tate’s dick is what I was waiting for, it was worth it. It takes up all the space inside me, filling me with his impenetrable presence.
“Oh, god, keep fucking me, Tate. Right … right there,” I moan.
Tate gathers my hair in a fist. “Say the magic words.”
“Fuck you, VanCourt.”
Smack!Pain blooms across my ass cheek. I exhale a sharp cry.
“Try again, or I’ll take it away.”
“Please. Fuck,please.” My voice just fucking cracked.
That seems to satisfy the hungry animal in him, and he yanks on my hair again, pulling at the roots. I’m at the end of his tether, leashed, taking it.
And it’s so, so, fucking good.
I lose track of time. There’s just the burning slide of his cock, little tugs at my skull every so often when he uses my hair to put me back in my place, and his hips smacking against my ass with bruising force. Tearing my fucking ass apart.
“C’mon. Milk my cock, dollface. I wanna feel you squeezing,” he says, his voice all hoarse. I’m doing that, making him lose his voice like that. “Yes. You’re a good little whore for me.”
“Oh,god. Ffffuck. I’m gonna come, Tate.Please.”
That earns me another crack to my burning ass, and he slows his pace, my poor cock leaking a string of cum onto McKinnon’s sheets. “Oh, c’mon,” I bitch. “I’ve done everything you said.”
He pulls his cock out altogether. That’s it. I’m going to strangle him.
“Roll over,” he says, letting go of my hair.
Pushing up onto my arms, I turn, but it’s not fast enough for him, and he leans back, spinning me with a hand to my hip. He’s quick to slide an arm under my thigh and sink right into me again.
“See? I wasn’t gone long, baby.”
That’s the second time he’s called me that. Yes, I’m counting. It fucks with my head even more than dollface does. That one might be growing on me. But “baby” is … endearing. At least to me, and that’s not what this is. He wants me to be a possession, so I’ll be a possession. I’m not conflating that with love.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah.”
He smirks, smiling like the devil in a way that makes my heart miss a fucking beat.
“And stop being so … so handsome.”
Tate does a slow glide in and out. “Stop calling you baby, stop being so handsome. Anything else?”
“Yeah, make me come, VanCourt.”
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TATE
Ilove watching those dark lashes flutter like butterfly wings. I wasn’t missing out on seeing his face when he comes. I wanted to watch him the whole time, but the little fucking shit taunted me, and then the animal took over, and I tore his ass apart.
