Page 57 of Drowned In Silence
“Then let me save you.”
He gets off of me and takes off my shoes. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants and pulls them off too. Tossing them to the side, he gets on his knees in between my legs and pressing his hands to my knees, baring me open to him.
“Look at you. You’re perfect. We’re perfect. We can stay in this moment forever. Right here.”
He unbuckles his pants and slides the zipper down. Reaching in he grabs his hard cock and pulls it out.
“Elliot,” I whisper, trying to sit up.
“Give me permission, Little Raven. Let me keep you in this moment. Please,” he pleads.
“Once again you’re on your knees for me,” I tell him, laying back down and opening my legs wider. “Save me. Show me how to not drown.”
As soon as the words slip through my lips, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him, lining himself up and pressingagainst my core. His tip presses in slowly, letting me adjust to his size and driving me crazy.
“More, please,” I beg.
“There she is. There’s my girl.”
His hips slam forward, as he enters me fully.
“Fuck,” he groans.
We sit like this for a moment until I start to move my hips. He can’t just stay still, I need him to move, I need him to finally fuck me.
He keeps one hand on my thigh and his other hand moves to my clit. Swiping his thumb over the bundle of nerves as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of me. I moan, letting him set the pace for us as he continues to fuck me.
“Look at how far you’ve come, Dynah. Laying on the floor of your ‘Fathers’ church, taking my cock in your pretty little pussy. Cry for me, Little Raven. Tell me how much you want this.”
I can’t think anymore, not because I’m still drowning, but because he lets go of my thigh, bends over, and wraps his hand around my throat.
Every thought I’ve ever had falls into the imaginary receding water and I focus my eyes on his. It’s just me, him, and this moment of pure bliss.
“Yes, baby. Focus on me. On this,” he says. He grips tighter, leaving me breathless and needy. “When I squeeze harder and play with your clit, I want you to come all over me. I want to feel you clenching me and keeping me inside. Be a good girl and make me come with you.”
When he squeezes harder, my eyes roll back in my head, my body now climaxing without even thinking. He groans and his thumb slides back and forth on my clit, and gasps when my body clenches his cock.
“Yes, Darling. Come for me,” he growls as I start to fall over the edge of insanity.
I don’t know what to do with my hands, I throw them up and let them tangle in my own hair, grasping for anything to keep me on this earth as I come harder than ever before. He fits perfectly inside of me, and I can feel when he empties inside. His cock twitches as I start to relax, his hand releasing, but staying in the same position.
“Good girl, Dynah,” he whispers, bending all the way over and taking my lips in his.
I kiss him back with as much as I can muster, my hands finding his hair instead of mine as I pull him closer. I’m bound and determined to kiss him until our souls intertwine together. I want him and his essence lost inside of mine.
When he finally breaks away and pulls out of me, we’re both breathless as he lays next to me on the church floor.
“I want to keep going. I want to fuck you into oblivion in every inch of this fucking disgusting church, but we need to find Spencer and get the fuck out of here,” he tells me.
“We have time, Elliot. We have as much time as we want. Robert’s dead and we can live freely now.”
“You’re right and wrong. I need to figure out why Mr. Martin was here, and then we can breathe. Come on, Little Raven. We still need some more answers.”
The Folder
Elliot
I pull Dynah behindme by the hand, dragging her into my adopted parent’s house. We have crazy hair, we’re breathless, and both of us are riding high on lust and sex. But we need answers and quickly before we can consume each other.