Little Miss Muffet 2nd Edition
Excerpt (C) Pebbles Lacasse 2024
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His lips press to mine while his fingers push into me, and the palm of his hand presses against my aching clit.
Evan’s whisper shifts my attention from the desperation of my desires, almost awakening me. “Tell me what you want.”
I can barely see straight, but what I see are two blue eyes with flecks of bright green burning into mine. Why does him watching me as I teeter between begging for release and falling over the edge into ecstasy excite me that much more than his actions?
Purring moans grow louder from deep inside my burning body, but I can’t—or won’t—speak. Hearing myself beg Evan would only inflate his ego. He knows I’m desperate, so why does he need me to say anything?
With deliberate calmness not suiting the situation, he whispers, “Tell me, Miss Muffet. Tell me now.”
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath, and then in clear defiance, I say, “Make. Me. Cum.”
“How do you want me to make you cum?”
His tongue I know to be my saviour glides along his lips, leaving them slick with saliva, and I can’t look away.
I knew Evan Spider was a sinister man! I fucking knew it, but this goes beyond cruelty. No. No, it doesn’t. This is sexy as sin, and I fucking love it!
My upper lip twitches before I can unclench my jaw, proving my anger and frustration, which quirks his lips ever so slightly.
The tug-of-war raging inside me is intoxicating him: my need to cum is so desperate that my body wishes I’ll just say whatever he wants, yet to win this little game of his, my mind’s stubbornness begs me to refuse him.
A wail of frustration has my body’s desire overruling my common sense. “Eat my pussy until I cum.”
“Good girl,” he says
Good girl?! Is he serious?
If my eyes could get stuck—as my mother often threatened they would—they’d forever be stuck in an eye-roll.
All sense of self-respect as a powerful woman floats out the window when Evan’s mouth returns to my pussy.
His fingers fuck me as his tongue wiggles up and down, back and forth, and I’m spellbound. In seconds, I teeter on the edge of absolute bliss. My head thrashes from side to side.
Aimed toward the universe rather than Evan’s ears, I whisper, “Don’t stop. Don’t… stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
He sucks—hard—while his deep moans seem to vibrate his ravishing tongue, adding to the delirium of my existence.
I drift further into the shadows of my mind, into the pure nirvana of mindful absence.
Pleasure engulfs me as it steals my breath, my insecurities, my pain, my regret, and my guilt for all things human, and grants me a fullness that’s light as air.
I float off the desk and out of my body. I never want it to fall back to Earth.
His tongue feels enormous as I swear it laps at my entire body all at once.
Euphoria.