What's next?
Step inside Derek's house and accept his treat
1 Breedmore Lane, Maplewood Suburbs, at 8:15 PM on Friday October 31, 2024
I take his hand. His palm is warm and dry, his fingers thick as they close around mine, and the contact sends a jolt straight down my spine and into the wet heat between my thighs. He pulls me gently across the threshold, and the door clicks shut behind me with a sound that feels final — like a lock engaging.
The inside of Derek's house is warm, almost oppressively so. Candlelight dances across the walls, casting shifting shadows that make everything look like it's breathing. The air smells like sandalwood and something muskier underneath — sweat, maybe, or arousal. My thong is soaked through now, the thin fabric clinging to my swollen pussy lips like a second skin, and I know he can see the dark patch of wetness when his eyes drop to my crotch again.
"Good girl," he murmurs, and the words make my knees wobble. He guides me to the couch, sitting down first and pulling me between his spread thighs so I'm standing in front of him, my fishnet-covered legs trembling. His hands settle on my hips — big, calloused hands that span nearly the entire width of my waist — and he looks up at me with those pale silver eyes.
"I told you this is a treat, Luna. I'm going to worship every inch of you with my mouth before I do anything else." His thumbs hook into the waistband of my micro-skirt and drag it down slowly, the fabric sliding over my hips and pooling at my feet. My thong is all that's left below the waist — a tiny black triangle soaked dark with my juices, the strings cutting into my hipbones. "But first, let me see all of you."
His fingers find the laces of my corset and pull them loose with practiced ease. The sheer fabric parts, falling away from my small breasts, and the cool air hits my stiff nipples. I gasp — partly from the temperature, partly from the raw hunger in his expression as he takes in my bare chest.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Pretty little tits. Sensitive?"
Before I can answer, his mouth is on my left nipple — hot, wet, his tongue circling the stiff peak before his lips close around it and suck. Hard. I cry out, my hands flying to his shoulders, gripping the hard muscle as electricity shoots from my nipple straight to my clit. My pussy clenches around nothing, a gush of wetness soaking further through my thong.
"Oh god —" I whimper.
His mouth moves to my right nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before his tongue soothes the sting. His hands slide down my sides, over my ribs, down to the strings of my thong. He hooks his thumbs beneath them and tugs — slowly, deliberately — peeling the wet fabric away from my mound. The cool air hits my bare, glistening pussy and I shiver violently.
"Look at that," Derek groans against my chest, pulling back to stare at my exposed cunt. My lips are swollen and slick, my clit throbbing visibly beneath its hood, a thin strand of my arousal stretching between my pussy and the damp fabric of my thong as he pulls it down my thighs. "So fucking wet already. Your little virgin pussy is dripping for me, isn't it?"
I can't speak. I just nod, my face burning, my thighs shaking as he tosses my soaked thong aside.
"Sit on the couch," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Spread your legs for me. I want to taste you."
I sink onto the plush cushions, my bare ass warm against the fabric, and — obeying him before my brain can even process the command — I spread my thighs wide. My pussy opens for him, pink and glistening and swollen, my inner lips parted and slick with my juices. I'm completely exposed, completely bare, my costume reduced to a corset hanging open around my ribs and my boots.
Derek kneels between my legs. His broad shoulders push my thighs wider apart. His breath ghosts over my soaked slit — hot, then cool — and I whimper, my hips tilting upward involuntarily, chasing his mouth.
"Patience, little vampire," he murmurs, his lips brushing my inner thigh, so close to where I need him. "I'm going to eat this pretty cunt until you scream. And then I'm going to do it again."
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