Page 79 of Fear Me Not

Quickly, I strip off my clothes, putting them to one side, then I focus on ridding Aspen of hers.

I pull down her camisole to expose her breasts, then cover her nipple with my mouth and suckle on it until it’s a hardened bud. I’m careful not to rest my weight on her. I’m so much larger than she is, I don’t want to hurt her. No, I want to make her feel good. Worship her. Cherish her.

Her nipple responds, and I suckle on her, drawing it fully into my mouth. I release the hard bud with a pop and feast on her other breast, not wanting to have favorites.

What would it be like to put a baby in her belly, to have her birth our child and watch her pretty little tits swell with milk? Would she let me suckle on her then, feed me her milk like she would our child? The idea makes my cock even harder.

With care, I roll her silky shorts down her long thighs and pull them off her toes. She’s not wearing any panties. I push my hand between her thighs and find her already wet. I can smell her on the air. I climb onto the bed and army crawl down, so my face is level with her pussy, and bury my nose against her soft curls. God, she smells incredible, sweet and musky.

Tentatively, I allow my tongue to run between her pussy lips, seeking the swollen nub of her clit. It’s like a tiny teat, and I latch on to it the same way I had her nipple, suckling.

In her drug-induced sleep, she murmurs words I don’t understand and lifts her hips. I moan against her and flick her clit with my tongue, feeling it swell with arousal. She’s always so responsive, even when she’s not fully aware.

Our good girl. Our precious girl.

With her unable to stop me, I feast on her pussy, sucking, licking, tonguing. I trace every part of her, taking my time, doing so without fear of how she might judge me. I push my tongue as deep as it can go inside her, wanting to crawl inside her and live there.

I sit up again, drawing back onto my haunches.

My cock is thick and heavy and ridged with veins. I swipe the swollen head with my thumb, swirling around the pre-cum to make me slick. With my other hand, I press her thighs apart so her pussy is wide open to me. It’s so pink and puffy and wet.

I check her face. Her eyes are still shut, those bee-stung lips slightly parted as her breathing grows more rapid. Her red hair is spread across the pillow like flames.

I cover her body with mine and fist my cock.

A groan escapes my throat as I press my cockhead against her opening. I tease her a little, rubbing the head up and down, over her clit and back again. Her wetness coats me. Fuck, she feels so good. I nudge my hips forward, and her molten heat encases me, surrounding the head and the first inch of my dick. It’s the most incredible feeling, putting a part of yourself inside another person, and my entire body reacts to it. Nothing in this world could ever compare. If it were possible to put this sensation into drug form, we’d all be addicts.

Her lips part, and she lets out a little sound that could be interpreted as either pleasure or distress. Her smooth brow furrows and she twists her face away. I hold myself above her, with just the tip of my erection nudged inside her.

I cup her cheek with one of my hands. “Hush, my light. Be my good girl.”

Her breathing settles, and I hold myself still, waiting for her to drop into a state of unconsciousness again. When I’m satisfied she’s comfortable, I slide in more, my body invading hers. Her breathing grows more rapid again, but this time it’s not in distress. Her pussy tightens around me, and I drive deeper still.

I exhale a shaky breath, stuttering in my chest as she stretches around me. She’s taken my cock before, so I know I won’t be hurting her by fucking her like this, but it still feels like a miracle that I fit.

I’m fully inside her now, completely gripped by her pussy. I close my eyes and try to set this moment in my mind. I can’t trust my brain to keep hold of things anymore. Dates and times and memories that were once simple facts are now like smoke, ethereal and impossible to hold on to.

Cupping her face in my hands, I kiss her mouth as I thrust my hips. She’s unable to kiss me back, but it doesn’t matter. It means I can feast on her lips and tongue without fear of it not being what she wants. This is what the drugs and her submission buy me—zero judgement or scrutiny. The freedom to take and give as I please.

Her pussy grips me so beautifully. So hot and tight and wet. I can’t wait to come inside her, to flood her womb with my seed and leave something of myself in her body. I’ve never known a connection like this with another person. For so long, I’ve kept myself at a distance, watching the world through the safety of my cameras and screens. By doing so, I never had to worry about another person’s reaction to me, like I did before. I always saw the alarm in their eyes when they saw the size of me. The flash of anger in my eyes would turn that alarm to fear.

I put my hand around her throat, not to squeeze hard, just to know what it feels like, and to connect us further.

She is everything to me now. My entire world. I’d never hurt her, not on purpose.

But what if she leaves? What if she tries to run again?

It’s a fear that clutches me with claws and teeth.

The only way to ensure she stays after the thaw is to make her a prisoner here by other means. Could we lock her away? While a part of me wants to do exactly that, the other part understands this would kill the fierce light inside her that’s consumed me. I’d be dimming her, and she wouldn’t be the same.

Is this what it means by if you love something, let it go?

But then where would that leave the three of us? How could we bring another woman into the hotel, knowing it’s not her? It wouldn’t work. No other woman could hold a light to our girl. She’s ours. She’s a part of us. Her beauty, her bravery, her talent, her kindness, even when we don’t deserve it.

So when the snow melts and she leaves, what will happen to us?

My hand tightens around her throat as I fuck her harder. Her breathing quickens, her lips parting.