Seraphina
I lay on my bed, letting the thoughts of everything that happened today envelop me.
I always leaned toward being an optimist, especially when all I've ever known growing up was negativity.
I felt the fastest way to win would be to be positive, but sometimes I wondered how long I was going to keep deluding myself.
The words of Angie still replayed inside my head, and I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that had settled on my mind. I had a few friends, but with the way I was under constant scrutiny, it made hanging out with them feel almost like a chore.
Don't get me wrong, I really love my friends, but what good is hanging out with them when their main fun itinerary is filled up with clubbing and sleepovers?
I could barely go outside on my own, much less catch sleepovers. I hated myself, I hated the life I was born into, and worst of all, I hated my uncle for keeping me locked up in this stupid place.
I closed my eyes, drifting into dreamland. My dreamland — a place where I was reckless and lived like my life was my own. I felt the atmosphere tense, and cool air danced on the warm hairs on my neck.
My hands moved on their own accord, one gripping my breasts and the other rubbing warmly on my center.
I stifled a moan and let the familiar dream drown whatever sad thoughts had lingered in my mind.
I fingered myself slowly but steadily, nearing the depth of my release. I thought of him. I wished he'd show up again tonight and hold me long enough so I could forget everything.
I bit down on my lower lip, and my fingers thrust in and out of my pussy.
With every motion, thoughts of the man in the mask took over, and I began moving my hips as I touched myself further into my climax.
I held one hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming out from the impact of my orgasm. The tremors of pleasure still rippled as I soaked myself in the lightness of my release.
I was about to resign to a disappointing night when I felt strong hands grab mine.
My eyes immediately flashed open, and I saw him, towering above me in that intimate way we had established.
Warmth surrounded my chest immediately, the same time I could feel another round of heat washing over my body.
"Open your mouth," he said in a heat-laced voice, and without hesitation, I obeyed.
He lifted the fingers he had just pulled out of my pussy and inserted them into my mouth. Heat rushed through me at the impact of the moment's intensity.
Every moment we spent was distinctly different but familiar. I sucked on my fingers, reveling in the taste of my juices.
"Just like that, Princess."
When I had sucked my release dry off my fingers, I felt his body settle over my form.
He was huge and so warm; for a moment, I didn't mind if that was all we did for tonight. But his hands started moving.
He dragged down the spaghetti straps of my lingerie, and in a few minutes, my breasts were bared open to his view.
A guttural sound escaped his throat before I felt a warm sensation swallowing my entire need.
He nibbled on my nipples with expert ease; I couldn't stop the feeling of jealousy that tugged at me.
Who else had he practiced on for him to know this much? But soon enough, all the thoughts swarming through my mind disappeared.
He had fully pulled off my lingerie, and I was fully naked now.
He towered above my naked body, taking in the fullness of my breasts, especially how my nipples strained desperately, edging for the warmth of his mouth on them again.
I couldn't see his face, but I could have sworn he looked like he was about to kneel and worship my body. I could feel it in the way his gaze took me in.
I always knew that I looked more mature than my age, and this didn't just show in my carriage alone but in my physical features as well.
My breasts were fuller than the usual twenty-year-old's, and my hips were broad in a way that further accentuated the fullness of my ass, and I could tell he wanted to eat me whole.
His mouth crashed down on my breasts in hungry motion. I moaned without holding it back this time.
He nibbled and panned his tongue around my nipples, alternating between the two of them.
He slowly started planting kisses on the lower part of my belly. The tingling sensations made me inch my body closer to his face, and he kept at it until he reached the puddle of my wetness.
"You're so wet for me, Princess. I can't wait to taste your juices and make that pretty pussy of yours come all over my face."
He leaned in again and parted my legs with his hands, giving him even more access to where my pussy throbbed with need.
By now, he was fully placed between my legs, his head leaning in, his eyes burning like a hungry beast unleashed.
Every thought disappeared when his mouth came down on my pussy.
"Fuck… fuck." That was the most reply I could muster as he tongue-fucked me with reckless abandon.
He sucked gently on the base of my clit, and I almost lost my mind. My hips began moving, trying to get the most out of this torturous but stimulating exercise.
As if grasping what I was doing, he reached for me with one of his hands and held my hands above my head in a captive manner. He kept his eyes on me as he tongue-fucked me again and again.
Sloppy sounds filled the room as he ate me out. My pussy throbbed with the need to release, but every time I thought I was close, he pulled his mouth away and would resume again.
"Seraphina…" he whispered my name as if it were a familiar mantra. I looked down at him, and the heat-packed expression of his gaze triggered something familiar.
The way his mouth circled and ate my pussy while his eyes remained on me was a devilish combo.
He pulled away, kneeling a bit before speaking with a dangerous expression on his face.
"Get up, Seraphina."