Thy Kingdom Come

My finger and tongue are in a race with one another, sprinting toward the finish line as I punish Babydoll with torturous strokes. Her back bows off the couch, and she uses my hair as reins, pi

I want someone to take from me, demand I serve her like a queen. I want an equal, in every way there is. I want someone to challenge me, infuriate me until I’m ready to explode, because that eruption will result in something utterly sinful…just like this.

“Ahh, Punky!”

Gripping her waist, I keep her restrained as I work her into a frenzy. She writhes and moans. “Please, oh God…it hurts…but it hurts…so damn good.”

It pleases me that Babydoll doesn’t mind a little pain because I can give her that. Everything else is foreign to me. But being with her this way feels almost i

We click, in every way, which has never happened before.

She is slathered all over me, and I wonder what my face looks like because her pussy is covered in slashes of black and white. My dick is so hard, I’m afraid I’ll come in my pants like a horny wee lad.

Babydoll pumps her hips against my face, fucking me as I’m fucking her, and when I suck her clit, she comes loud and hard. I keep her pi

Her curses are moaned, and holy fuck, if it’s not the hottest sound I’ve heard, then I don’t know what is. The last shudder leaves her, and her body grows lax. With one last kiss over her perfect pussy, I sit up and wipe my mouth because I’m a messy eater, but I thoroughly enjoyed that meal.

Sprawled across the couch, Babydoll attempts to catch her breath. I like seeing her here, in my home, sated because of me.

I’m about to stand because my erection threatens to have me walking with a permanent limp, but the moment I do, Babydoll slides over and straddles me. She loops her arms around my neck, still breathless and spent. Her cheeks are scarlet, and a satisfied look paints her face.

Instantly, I stiffen as I don’t like this intimacy. She’s too close. I turn my cheek, but she stops me, coaxing me to look at her as she places a finger under my chin.

“You just ate me out like I was your last meal, and now you can’t bear to touch me?”

“It’s not that,” I reply, not wishing to offend her.

“Then what?”

“I, I don’t like this sort of…touchin’.”

She arches a brow, confused.

“I don’t like being this close to someone,” I confess, feeling emotionally inapt. “I feel…caged in. I feel like I can’t breathe.”

She purses her lips, weighing over what I’ve just shared, but she doesn’t get off. She isn’t repulsed or mad. “What happened to you?”

“Ya don’t want to know,” I counter, gripping the cushion beneath me.

“Yes, I do,” she gently argues. “That’s why I asked.”

She looks at me, waiting for me to divulge all the sins of my past, but she’ll be waiting a long time. My walls are instantly re-erected, and I click over into defense mode.

“Just ’cause I ate yer pussy, doesn’t mean we’re go

She blinks once, clearly offended, and she has every right to be.

But this isn’t personal. This is who I am. I’m fucked up in the head. I know that. There is no fixing me, and I don’t want to be fixed.

When she realizes I’m serious, she angrily stands, frantically putting on her shoes. She won’t look at me, and it hurts, but I brought this onto myself.

“You’re a real arsehole, you know that?”

Leaning back against the couch, I smirk. “Aye, I think we’ve established that, but ya can’t seem to stay away, can ye? Any time ya want that grand pussy ate—”

I don’t get to finish my sentence because she springs forward and slaps my cheek—hard. “You shut your filthy mouth,” she sneers, eyes narrowed and making no apology for her actions.

Good, she hates me. Hopefully, this is enough to keep her away because I don’t have the strength to do so.

Rubbing my cheek, I merely grin smugly. She reads this for what it is.

She spins to leave, but stops and levels me with nothing but pure hatred as she reveals, “I came here to check on you. I wanted to make sure everything was all right after I sent you that information. I was worried,” she says, scoffing. “What a bloody idiot I am.”

I remain impassive, not wanting her to see how her words have affected me. This was her final ploy to get through to me, but she failed, by no fault of hers. When she realizes this conversation is done, she turns on her heel, slamming the door behind her.

Once she’s gone, I lean my head back against the cushions and place an arm over my eyes, wishing to block out the pain I’ve caused. It’s going to take a lot more than that, however.

I just did Babydoll a favor…she just doesn’t know it.