( the world narrows around her to the sound of her own breathing, to the sound of Embry sucking at her cunt and fucking her with his tongue. she loses herself to the sensation of it all and not think.
except Betty's mind is always a maelstrom of thoughts, of wants. of dark little secrets and desires she feels like she shouldn't want, shouldn't have.
her chest heaves under his tongue, breath hot on her cunt and voice deep. he reminds her of Archie, of Glenn too. here she is, spread out for the world to see, a bride's veil on her face as she gasps for air and she's thinking of her boss of all people. Glenn with his own secrets and wedding band, Glenn who'd been under the mask with his voice sounding like her worst nightmares while she was under the Devil's snare. Glenn lost and buried deep under the floorboards of her house.
Emrby's voice brings her back to the moment, to the building pleasure and the crescendo as it nearly hits. and when it does she comes with a cry, a desperate sound as he thighs twitch and quiver over his shoulders. she makes a mess of herself, she thinks. she makes a mess of his face. )
So good, ( she promises. ) Such a good boy for me, for my cunt.
( she wants to kiss him then and so she moves, drawing him up her body so his chest is pressed to hers and she can chase his mouth through the veil as her thighs wrap around his waist. )
cw: mention of murder
except Betty's mind is always a maelstrom of thoughts, of wants. of dark little secrets and desires she feels like she shouldn't want, shouldn't have.
her chest heaves under his tongue, breath hot on her cunt and voice deep. he reminds her of Archie, of Glenn too. here she is, spread out for the world to see, a bride's veil on her face as she gasps for air and she's thinking of her boss of all people. Glenn with his own secrets and wedding band, Glenn who'd been under the mask with his voice sounding like her worst nightmares while she was under the Devil's snare. Glenn lost and buried deep under the floorboards of her house.
Emrby's voice brings her back to the moment, to the building pleasure and the crescendo as it nearly hits. and when it does she comes with a cry, a desperate sound as he thighs twitch and quiver over his shoulders. she makes a mess of herself, she thinks. she makes a mess of his face. )
So good, ( she promises. ) Such a good boy for me, for my cunt.
( she wants to kiss him then and so she moves, drawing him up her body so his chest is pressed to hers and she can chase his mouth through the veil as her thighs wrap around his waist. )