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Her pussy was hot and wet against her palm, her labia smooth and puffy with arousal.

Landon inched closer, the toes of his shoes against the inside of her knees. That pushed his dick deeper into her mouth as his hand held her head in place.

Bit by bit he filled her mouth. She tried to tuck her lips over her teeth, but his cock hit the back of her throat, she had to focus on not gagging. He must have felt it, because he stopped, his gaze tracking over her face as she blinked back the tears that always accompanied gagging.

“If you need me to stop, I will.” His fingers massaged her scalp briefly before he pushed in deeper.

She felt the fat, blunt head of his cock first press against, and then slide down, the back of her throat. She gagged again, tears springing to her eyes. He paused, looking down at her like a merciless god as he touched the back of her hand, a reminder that all she had to do was tap him.

Colette squeezed his muscled thigh once, an acknowledgement of the safety net, but she didn’t tap. She wanted to choke on his dick. Needed him to use her.

Landon gripped her head with both hands as he slowly drew his cock almost all the way out. She licked and sucked at the tip, teasing the small opening with the tip of her tongue.

“Fuck,” he growled, fingers flexing against her head. “Relax your jaw.”

That was her only warning before he thrust in hard and fast. His cock filled her mouth and throat. She gagged, but he went deep enough to push past it. Deep enough she couldn’t breathe.

She was filled and mastered, her body both her own and his. His to use. To fuck.

He pulled out, giving her a minute to suck in air in several quick, deep breaths, before thrusting in again.

Landon fucked her mouth with a brutality that was delicious. She couldn’t hold his gaze any longer and closed her eyes, focusing on not scraping him with her teeth and swallowing against the gag reflex on the thrusts that weren’t quite as deep to push past it. Every so often he’d touch the back of her hand to reminder her that really, she was the one in control.

If she’d been wearing mascara, it would have been running down her face, and the wet, sloppy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth and her occasional gag echoed in the playroom.

“Fuck,” Landon snarled.

She blinked, focusing once more on his face. He was watching her, his jaw set, his eyes dark and hard like those of a hawk.

He pulled out all the way, and she waited for him to come on her tits, or bend her over the couch so he could come in her pussy or ass.

“Slowly,” he growled, then matched action to words, carefully guiding his cock between her lips. She licked and teased the underside as he penetrated her mouth with measured intensity.

About halfway in, Landon groaned, his hand making a fist in her hair. He slammed into her twice, filling her so completely that her nose smashed against his body. He pulled back just a little, and then he came, salty at the back of her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, wanting this to be the best blow job of his life.

Wanting him to remember this long after tonight.

That way lay thoughts that would turn her tears from a purely physical reaction to an emotional one. Colette pressed her palm hard on her pussy, mashing her labia against her clit. It jolted her out of thoughts of tomorrow and back into the moment.

Landon released her hair and staggered back, breathing hard. His cock was still semi-erected and glistening. His gaze roamed over her, undeniably possessive. She swallowed one last time and he grinned, a savage expression of satisfaction.

He held out his hand and she let him help her to her feet. Landon pulled her in for a kiss, and she moved restlessly against him, hoping they weren’t done. His lips left a wet path along his cheek as his mouth moved to her ear.

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

“You up for a scene?”

“I need a scene right now. With you,” she countered.

Colette shivered when Landon sucked her earlobe and licked the sensitive skin of her neck. Then he pressed his lips to her ear.

“Get your pretty ass up on that spanking bench.”

THIRTY

The spanking bench was dark wood and burgundy leather. Rather than a simple two-level affair, this one resembled a wide-topped saw horse with separate small platforms for each leg and arm, and a removable headrest.