I finished making our sandwiches and Wrath and I sat up at the giant metal island to eat. “I feel fine, you know.”
“Good.”
“Like, I feel nothing,” I assured him as I finished my food.
“You know it takes a while for those to kick in with you.” He took our plates to the dishwasher and dropped them in. “Always has.”
I nodded. “True.”
“So, you should probably get your mind ready for when they hit.”
I rolled my eyes. “Daddy cakes?”
“Yeah, Moonbeam?”
“I’m good. There’s nothing to worry about. I promise.”
“Okay, then. Strut your ass to your room,” Wrath ordered, kissing me gently.
“Myroom? Why?”
“Well, if you hadn’t just taken enough edibles to give me a contact high, I’d take advantage of the pillars in your room.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Wrath grinned. “Yup. I’d tie you to the bed and make that ass shine.”
I shivered. “You would, would you?”
His hand slid to my ass and squeezed. “Hell, yes.”
“Do you happen to have lube?”
“Yeah, why?”
I stood on my tiptoes and ran my tongue over his pulse. “Because I’d like your dick to end up in this ass by the end of the night.”
“Fuck,” he breathed out.
“Who’s punishing whom now, Daddy Cakes?” I whispered.
“Get your ass upstairs,” he growled.
I laughed and made a run for my room. My knees hitting the floor the moment the door closed, clawing at Wrath’s jeans, unzipping them as fast as possible.
“I want to feel you get hard,” I said, pulling his jeans to the floor as I took his cock into my eager mouth.
Wrath moaned, growing harder by the second as I worked his cock. My tongue caressed the tip as he slid himself slowly in and out of my mouth and I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his dick hardening as I began to suck faster.
“Fuck, baby,” Wrath bit out, his magnificent cock now fully erect, as he began to pump faster and faster.
My ears began to burn, the first sign the edibles were kicking in, and my hands went to Wrath’s ass, urging him to thrust even deeper. His cock was almost halfway down my throat, but I was too lost inthe ecstasy of the moment to care. My pussy ached, begging for relief, but I resisted the urge to act, keeping both hands firmly on Wrath.
My ears were on fire, and it was only when I opened my eyes that I realized that Wrath was holding my head. The burning I felt was from his hands as he skull-fucked me into another dimension. He pumped harder and faster, over and over, until my face was a slobbery mess.
Suddenly Wrath stopped and I was pretty sure Wrath’s dick was made of silly putty, a detail I’d not previously known. His grip tightened as I felt his dick stretch all the way down my throat, deep inside of me. I paused briefly, fearing I might hurt him if I pulled his enormous dick out of me, but my need to breathe eventually won that debate.
I took wrath’s dick out of my mouth and examined it closely. “I don’t get it. It was all stretchy.”