EroticReverie

Cecelia

"Do you think, oh my god, do you think whoever did it was the one who broke into our house?!" Millie asks as she sits in the back of Ryker's suv, a duffle bag full of clothes for us at her side. My blood chills when she mentions it. 

"I don't know." I say quietly , more to myself than to her as Ryker drives us towards his place. Was staying with a stranger who just scared the fucking life out of me my best move? No. But where else could we go? Since we lived next door and Millie told them about our door being open when I got home earlier, they were closing it off to investigate and dust for prints, or whatever the hell it is they do in a murder case. Shot. Several times. That's all Millie could get out of what she overheard. The man I'd just fucked this afternoon,....is dead. I swallow, my blood pumping harder. What if they suspected me? I'd have to tell them of course, what exactly went down. they'd want details of our relationship, or lack thereof. Would it look bad to go on one date, reject him for several months , then sleep with him and he ends up dead hours later? Jesus, this was a fucking nightmare. 

I blink myself back to reality as Ryker places his large hand on my bare thigh and I look down at it. Just resting there. Was he...trying to comfort me? I blink several times and then lift my eyes and turn my head to him, but he doesnt look to me, and keeps his eyes on the road, and then his thumb begins lazy strokes along the outside of my thigh. Why was my stupid brain thinking this was romantic and cute? That a man who just made me live my worst fucking fear of him chasing me in a clown mask, was now making me feel safe? How did that work? How did I somehow feel good about staying at his place for the night? Famous last words before he kills you Cecelia, my mind chastises me. No, he's dangerous and scary and really fucking intimidating...but he's not a killer. My eyes fall over his neck, covered in tattoos, his all black clothes, his tattooed hand still on my thigh, nearly engulfing the entire thing with his giant hand and fingers covered in silver rings. Rings that I'd felt against my pussy when he buried his fingers inside of me. My thighs shift at the inappropriate thoughts I'm having. Jesus christ Cecelia, a man is dead and you're thinking about being finger fucked? 

As if he notices where my mind is, can somehow read my thoughts, his thumb stops stroking and he grabs my thigh a touch more firmly and his eyes shift to the side, his head turned ever so slightly with a small grin on his lips. I watch his tongue peek out, slowly sliding it out of his mouth to lick his lips and drawing it back in. My pussy fucking throbs at the sight of it, the slow sensual display of his mouth and tongue, the way his hans slips just an inch higher and he grabs my thigh harder, as if giving me a silent promise, that he's going to be spreading my legs open as soon as he has the chance. That he'd do it right now if Millie wasn't in the car. 

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"Where is Cecelia going to sleep?" Asks Millie as we stand inside a very large old Victorian mansion, right outside one of the multiple empty guest rooms. 

"With me." Ryker says and I turn my head, looking up at him, my nipples tighten at how quickly and how firmly he says it, as if it's not up for debate. 

"ooo...okay then...don't get her pregnant." Millie says with a waggle of her brows. 

"Millie!" I whisper yell and Ryker chuckles.

"no promises." he says and Millie laughs and I just look at him wide eyed , mouth hanging open , and he looks at me, winks and then lifts his hand to the back of my neck, grabbing it gently. Posessively, and shit, my ovaries are shooting off fireworks. 

Ryker say with me while I talked to Cecelia downstairs in his living room. He'd introduced us to a few of the people I saw him with earlier at the bar. His roomate/brother Diesel, and ONE, yes ONE of Diesels girlfriends Brynn. Brynn was flirting with me again, or at least I think she was , the way she looked me up and down, and I was pretty sure she was giving me "fuck me" eyes at one point. But they'd gone to bed, and now Millie kisses me on the cheek and tells me goodnight. Once she's in her room and the door closes. I turn to Ryker. 

"You really think I'm sleeping in your bed?" I ask and he smirks. 

"Let's not pretend that little aching pussy isn't ready for me to tell it a bed time story Cecelia." He says and then nods down the hall. 

"You're Soooo sure of yourself." I sigh, but let my feet walk in the direction he's gesturing to. 

Once were inside the room and he turns the light on, and then dims it and shuts the door as I look around his room. It's pretty bare, as far as personal affects. It looks like something you'd see in a vampire king's room in a movie. A giant bed, black wood and a crushed deep red velvet head board. Deep red beddings with no less than a dozen pillows. The walls black around the bottom, with a deep mahogany wallpaper with black damask design. 

"Take your clothes off Cecelia." he says, and I turn to give him a look, but Ryker is looking at me with his dangerous eyes, and licking those fucking lips as he pulls his jacket off and I take in a sharp breath as his arms flex. He's thin, but muscular, and his arms are still massive, or maybe they just seem that way compared to mine. Maybe for his size they're perfectly normal. 

"Take them off Cecelia. Don't make me say it again." he says as he grabs his shirt at the hem.

"I really dont appreciate being told what to do, what makes you think-"

I let out a pathetic yip as he crosses the distance between us quickly and grabs me and throws me right onto the bed.

"Get your fucking clothes off Cecelia." he growls, as I bounce with a yelp, my heart racing.

"And if I say no?" I practically pant as I push myself up looking up at him. God, why was I so fucking turned on by him manhandling me and demanding I fucking strip my clothes off for him? 

"Then I'll punish you." he says and I swallow.

"H-how?" I ask and he grins, slinging his shirt to the floor and then undoing his belt. 

"Test me Cecelia, and you'll find out." he says, the slithering sound of his belt being pulled through the loops of his pants makes my pussy clench and then the sound of his zipper.

I decide that I definitely DO want to take my clothes off for him. Why? No fucking idea. Maybe because he's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, and a part of me likes him being bossy and demanding what he wants...taking it. 

"Promise me you'll never do the clown thing again." I say as I shift onto my knees and unbutton my shorts.

"I'll promise no such thing." he says and then drops his boxers and my hands pause and my eyes go wide as his boxers drop and his hand wraps around probably the thickest dick I've ever seen in my life. 

"oh my god" I heave a breath, my eyes locked on his cock , that he's stroking slowly as he groans. 

"Take those clothes off Cecelia." he says, standing at the edge of the bed. 

"you're....it's pierced." I say and he hums. 

"Do you like that Cecelia? Hmm?" he asks, stroking it to the tip and then holding his dick to his stomach, showing off the piercings that run horizontally up his shaft. 

"Does my girl like big pierced cocks for her little aching cunt?" he asks and my eyes lift, and I fucking whimper. 

He smirks, fucking smirks at me as I unzip my shorts, pushing them down.

I sit on my ass after shoving my shorts to my thighs and then Ryker grabs my legs and yanks me towards him, making me fall my back with a yelp, and his hands rip the tiny jeans shorts down my legs and then shoves my legs open. I gasp, as moves his hand to his cock.

"It's too big!" I yelp and he pauses and grins and then smacks my cunt with his cock. 

"Shut up Cecelia" he snarls and I whimper. 

"Please...that's not going to fit" I whine and he groans and then slaps my cunt with it again and then reaches up and grabs my tank top. 

"Next time I tell you to take your fucking clothes off, I want it done quickly Cecelia." he growls and then pull my shirt up and off, my arms raising and he groans, then bends over, his hands sliding to my back, right behind my breasts and then drags his tongue over my left nipple and I let out a moan, my back arching. 

"Oh fuck" I nearly cry. 

"You'll be a good girl, and fucking obey me Cecelia, do you understand?" he growls and then flicks his tongue over my other nipple, rolling his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth. 

"yes" I whimper pathetically.

"and if I want to fuck your cunt Cecelia..then I will." he growls and bites my nipple, tugging it, making me hiss , my chest lifting and my head pressing into the bed as I cry out, the scrape of his teeth leaving my nipple as it slips through them. 

"it's too big" I pant as his mouth does work on my tits, kissing, licking, sucking, nipping at my flesh, my pussy dripping, I'm so fucking wet over this man and this posessive bullshit, it's embarrassing, and I should be fucking ashamed, but all I want it more. 

"Don't worry Cecelia....i'll make it fit." he growls with promise as I gasp as he kisses down my stomach, his tongue laid to my skin, dragging slowly over my navel and around it, his large hands at my sides as he pushes me up a bit onto the bed further and then kisses right down to my pussy and my legs welcome him, spreading wide as he pushes them into a near split and drags his tongue from my cunt where my arousal is pouring from me, to my clit, slowly, making my legs fucking shake. 

"Ryker" I I whimper, reaching down and fisting his hair. He groans and licks me again slowly. 

"Yes Cecelia?" his voice purrs against my clit as he kisses it and then licks me slowly a third time.

"Oh fuck...yes...that's so fucking good" I whine , my body trembling for a fourth lick of his tongue. The slowness of his long lazy licks, that flat tounge licking my entire cunt is agonizing bliss. 

"You're such a good fucking Cecelia...I knew you would be." he says and kisses my clit, softly pressing his lips to it, kissing it over and over and letting his tongue move over it, making out with my clit slowly as I bend my legs, pushing my feet to the bed and lifting my ass as I pull Rykers face closer, his mouth to my pussy, my hips gridning upward.

"Oh god, fuck, fuck, oh fuck" I nearly fucking weep as Ryker sucks my clit and has my entire body ready to melt into this bed as he groans deeply and lets me fuck his mouth and chase my orgasm down. 

"oh fuck!" I cry out. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum" I almost actually cry, unsure of how it feels this fucking good. I've got the fucking devil between my legs, because this is the most sinful pleasure I've ever had. 

I cum violently, my cries spilling from me as I feel my orgasm spill out of me and Ryker grabs my hips hard and keeps me in place, not allowing me to buck my hips away from his mouth as he keeps licking and sucking me through my orgasm, the stimulation too intense

"stop!" I cry. "stop!" I shriek as Ryker just grabs my hips even harder and growls against my clit, sucking it hard and shaking his face between my legs and then lapping his tongue over the sensitive flesh. My body thrashing as I cum harder, feeling myself wet his mouth and the bed beneath me, hearing the wet sounds of his mouth sucking and licking and slurping. 

"s-stop!" my voice shakes and I scream.

He doesnt stop. 

"stop!" I cry, barely able to fucking breathe as my body moves violently, thrashing, my legs trying to kick, but they cant stop shaking, and i lose function and ccontrol of my body as it violently spasms as Ryker keeps sucking hard at my clit and growling against it.

I let out a pained groan. It's too much. It's way too fucking much, and I push at his head , begging him to stop. But the words arent coming out, because I cant control a single part of my body as Ryker does what he wants to me. Demanding my body to give him everything he decides it should. 

Finally, fucking finally, my swollen clit is given mercy , and Ryker slides up, kissing along my stomach and one hand slides over my breast and around my neck as I fucking tremble with the overwhelming sensation of my pussy still fucking pulsing , my hips jumping. 

His hand closes around my throat as he brings his mouth to my ear.

"Don't you ever fucking tell me to stop Cecelia." he growls in my ear. 

"You dont decide when I've had enough of your cunt." he groans. 

"I'll lick your fucking pussy all fucking night if I want to...be grateful I only licked your little clit instead of getting my dick wet in your sexy little fucking cunt" he growls. 

I just fucking pant, whimpering as his hand grips a little bit more at my throat and kisses my cheek. 

"It's time for bed Cecelia." he whispers. 

"In the morning...I better wake up with your wet cunt on my mouth." he groans. 

"Do you understand?" he asks and I whimper and nod, still unable to form words. 

"The very second you wake up Cecelia...you put that little thing right where it fucking belongs, or I'm going to bend you over and fuck it without mercy." he snarls. 

I whimper, shaking and he kisses my cheek again. 

"Tell me you understand." he groans in my ear.

"i...i under..stand" I pant. 

"Mmmm, such a good fuckin girl Cecelia" he groans.  "Now let's get some sleep."