Dreams Outgrow Rooms Built From Other Peoples Fears by Niro Mason 251

251 Trapped Between The Tongue [2] 

251 Trapped Between The Tongue [2] 

Thankfully, I had on a spaghetti–strap dress. The dress sagged against my body as Ares hungrily swallowed my boobs, stretching his mouth wide and taking in the flesh, sucking, before retreating, playing with my nipples, his tongue swiping back and forth. 

He repeated his action until he was satisfied and went over the other, but satisfaction was out of question because he kept going between them, his craving intensifying. 

All I did was moan, my hand shooting out to hold the armrest for more support, touching the glass of vodka, and it tumbled over to the floor. 

I leaned backwards as the force of Ares‘ engagement kept me out of balance, my eyes 

meeting the ceiling. 

Ares moved, standing, and I held tightly because that didn’t stop him. I reckoned I was gonna be sore when he was done with me, because this wasn’t lust or desire, those names were too little to describe what was happening right now. 

I felt my back pressed into the seat, his mouth withdrew from my tits with a loud pop. Ares dropped to his knees, leaning forward, and my legs positioned over his shoulders, my toes pointing to the air. 

I felt Ares breath directly on my pussy, and my hand shot to the back of the seat to brace for impact. 

With a simple haul, he tore my panties to shreds, and his mouth covered my pussy. 

“Oh–Fuck!” I groaned, feeling his tongue shoving into me. 

Oh God, I think I’m gonna be insane! I don’t remember him being this good with his tongue. This was…! I thrust forward, but pain shot up from my ass, my brain registering it far too much, especially when he braced his grip beneath them. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came heavier than a train wreck. It was prolonged, and I think it lasted more than a minute, as if time was stopped and I was put in a time loop. 

It was only when I got a touch of my surroundings, feeling the world that had been erased from my mind, that it dawned on me that Ares never ceased pushing me over the edge multiple times. 

Ares redrew his head so that I could see him, his nose and mouth glistening with cum, 

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and I almost passed out when he swiped his lips like he was tasting something sweet. 

“One more, baby.” 

Wha-! 

I stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a satin pajama set, as I dried my hair with the towel. 

“Hey sweetie, when did you wake?” I asked, seeing Esme sitting up and doing some coloring. 

“How long before we get there?” 

“A few more hours… let’s say by tomorrow noon.” 

“That’s really long…” she drawled. 

I smiled as I crawled onto the bed to sit by her, wincing a little bit, and held her close. 

“Well, traveling from Penrose is a long distance. Thanks to Mr. King, we don’t have to worry about any inconveniences. We get to sleep as much as we want and eat as much 

as we want.” O 

“It’s cool.” 

“Yeah?” 

She nodded. “Mister King is cool, he has a plane like a house, never seen one like this 

before. Have you?” 

“Yeah… I didn’t mention this, but I used to work for him, so we travel most of the time 

for business.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah.” 

She went back to her coloring, painting a unicorn. 

“Esme?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Are you sad that we left Penrose?” 

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“Not really…” 

“Sweetie… you can tell me anything you know. I’m sorry we had to leave so suddenly. I mean your friends at school, your favorite playground. It’s just Penrose isn’t saf-” 

“I don’t want to be apart from Mister King,” She said, meeting my eyes. “And you too…” 

I smiled. 

“Wherever he goes, I go. Fairies should stick together.” 2 

I kissed her cheek. 

“Mommy?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Maria caused you trouble, didn’t she?” 

I tensed. “Y–Yeah, something like that.” 

“I don’t like her anymore, does that make me bad?” 

“No. Likes and dislikes are normal.” 

Esme rubbed her thumb where a small bruise was, but it didn’t hurt anymore. 

“So! What have you been drawing?” My eyes scanned the papers, but she quickly gathered them and hugged them tightly against her chest. 

I chuckled. “Won’t you show mommy?” 

“No!” At her outburst, she looked away before she murmured. “I’m not finished yet.” 

“When you do, will you show me?” 

She seemed to be thinking for a while before she nodded. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Alright.” I kissed her cheek and got off the bed. Watching her go back to her drawing 

before I closed the door. 

I strolled, slowing down my steps when I got close to the lounge. I peeked at Ares, going through his laptop; the lights were dimmed, so the screen brightness was turned up, glowing on that handsome face. 

I backed away, moving towards the next cabin, and cleared my throat. 

“Athena?” 

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“Come in.” 

I opened the door and stepped in. 

“There!” She touched the brush on her nail. “Finally! Why is polishing so hard?” 

“Have you ever done it yourself?” 

She gave me a look. 

“I had to ask, given how flamboyant you are about your mani.” 

“Oh, please. Why are you here instead of screaming Ares name like you were this morning? I was in the next lounge, you know. You two are never discreet, are you?” 

I blushed, closing the door behind me. “I’m good with polish, by the way.” 

“Are you?” 

“Yeah, I do it myself most of the time.” 

“That sounds so hectic. Now do mine…” She showed me her hands, and I sat on the bed, taking the polish. 

“Um, Athena… there’s something I wanna ask, I don’t even know if I should come to you, but Ares… he’s um not communicating in that aspect, so I’m just wondering…” 

“Wondering what?” 

“You’re aware of his contract in the past.” 

“A handful and please not everything…” Her face twisted in disgust. 

“Right… It’s more about ‘no touching‘ or something like that. Do you know why?” 

I felt her fingers tense in my grasp.