Page 129 of Sinful Lord

Still, Tytus hears me loud and clear.

“Gladly.”

With a single tug, he ruthlessly tears the sweatpants down from my waist. They fly off my ankles, exposing my bare pussy to my beastly captor.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls.

I whimper at the first lash of his tongue. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading them apart so he can get a better taste.

“Holy fuck,” I cry, shoving my face deep into the bed.

“No, this isn’t right,” I hear Tytus grumble from behind me. “We’ve already been here. I want something new.”

His hands glide up my ass until they’re wrapped around my waist. Another ruthless tug lifts me into the air. Tytus falls onto the bed, holding me above him like a fucking play toy.

“You’re going to ride my face, angel.”

I furiously nod. “Please…”

I just need his tongue back on my clit.

Lowering me, Tytus grants my wish. But in this position, his tongue is even more powerful. His teeth join in on the party too. As do his lips.

They all work together to make me squirm.

“Wait,” I gasp. Reaching down, I pull at Tytus’ hair, but he doesn’t slow down. “It’s too much. Please…”

The pressure in my core is thrashing about like a fucking wild fire. The pleasure is so intense I can’t see straight. I’m going light headed, but when I press my knees into the mattress and try to push myself up for a breather, Tytus catches me.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he growls, my juices dripping from his lips. His silver-blue eyes have turned primal. His canines flare out from beneath his lips.

A jagged sigh rips from my throat.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I warn him, knowing that he’ll want this to last longer than that.

But Tytus doesn’t give a shit.

“Then fucking cum,” he sneers, pulling me back down onto his glistening lips. “Drown me, angel. Fucking suffocate me. You’re not allowed to go anywhere until I’ve sucked every last ounce out of you.”

True to his promise, Tytus starts to inhale me.

My swollen clit has never been treated so roughly. It feels fucking amazing, like I’ve been caught in a burning hurricane. I’m thrown about like a ragdoll, all while being held in place by the strongest hands I’ve ever felt.

Then, I snap.

The pressure in my core erupts, spreading to the tips of my toes and back again.

“It feels so good,” I sob, my entire body trembling.

But Tytus isn’t done with me.

With a savage grace, he slips out from under me. A second later, his hands are back around my hips and I’m being lifted into the air.

This time, he doesn’t put me back down.

Instead, I feel his cock pound into my dripping hole from behind. I’m held like a machine gun as Tytus fucks me without mercy. His thrust are so powerful my whimpers begin to warble—not that either of us can hear anything over the smacking of his hard pelvis against my ass.

Smack. Smack. Smack.