Page 98 of Shadowed With Fear

“If you wanted to taste my cock, you just needed to ask, D.” She smacks my thigh.

“Shut up, you’re ruining the mood.”

Her hands rake my shirt up my stomach, her lips following their ascent, leaving searing kisses to the petals and vines branding my skin.

I sigh at her touch, melting into the cushion.

“You always take such good care of me, Grayson. Let me do the same,” she whispers against my hip, nibbling gently.

I lift my hips as she tugs my pants down, still in her pursuit to kiss every inch of skin she exposes.

When her tongue darts out against the sensitive spot below the head of my cock I suck a deep breath in through my teeth, jaw clenching.

My hand squeezes the cushion beneath me, wishing like hell it was her hair wrapped around my fingers and not the foam hidden beneath the soft fabric.

Dahlia licks along the underside of my hardened length, watching my every move.

Then she sucks, and it’s like electricity courses through my body, starting at the place where her lips are wrapped around me, tongue circling the tip, all the way to my toes and the top of my head.

I groan, eyes fluttering.

“Thank you, Dahlia. God, you make me feel so fucking good.”

I rub my thumb across the spot on her cheek that turns that adorable shade of pink when she flushes for me. As if my finger leaves the color behind, the place I had touched reddens.

“My sweet girl. You look so lovely on your knees for me, taking me so well in your pretty throat.”

She moans, the sound causing a vibration that makes my spine tingle. Dahlia makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, in ways I never have.

There’s a soft click, a flash, and the sound of a shutter. I look up, directly in the lens as she presses the remote again. The umbrella lights, sparking to life, capturing the moment.

If it’s possible I grow harder. Knowing that the pictures will have me gone to the pleasure she gives me, and her ass in those cute panties in the perfect spot to be in the frame.

Dahlia shifts up on to her knees from sitting against her heels. He thumbs hook into the band as she pulls her panties down.

“Is it my turn?” I smirk at her. The camera flashes again.

“Nope, just getting comfortable.” She grins, sucking her finger into her mouth before it disappears between her thighs.

Flashes of light dance across the room with each picture she takes of her fingering herself while she worships my cock. From the long strokes with her free hand, to the swirling licks, and depth in her throat, I’m fighting the urge to come.

My thighs tense around her shoulders, and Dahlia looks up at me with a proud gleam in her eyes.

She releases me with a loud pop, grinning, stroking me hard and slow.

“Are you gonna cum, Grays?” She asks me sweetly, her voice like honey coating my nerve endings.

“Fuck, yes.” I hiss, breath shallowly.

“Good. I want every fucking drop.” She pumps me in time with her words before taking me into the back of her throat and swallowing.

A strangled sound bubbles from my chest as I cum, her throat squeezing my length with each swallow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I mumble over and over, head back against the back of the chaise. The lights flash, I lift my head a fraction seeing the evil little grin on Dahlia’s face. I smile lazily, shaking my head.

“You’re going to be the death of me one of these days.”

She shrugs, standing and pulling her underwear up. Dahlia leans over me, kissing my cheek, then walking to the camera taking it off the stand.