Page 63 of Sinful Lord

Tytus’ head rapidly shakes between my legs. His lips and tongue flash across my clit in aggressive strokes that crack the pressure in my core.

I explode.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he growls, his voice shaking right along with my entire body. “Erupt for me. Do it. More!”

But I don’t need to be told. Every last inch of me shakes until the mind-blowing satisfaction is so complete that I feel it in my soul.

To my surprise, though, that satisfaction is joined by something else. Something even stronger.

A deep desire for more.

Tytus must really be an expert because he seems to pick up on that almost as quickly as I do.

“That was nice, wasn’t it, angel?” he smiles up from between my legs. Blood stains his temples like dark birthmarks. His lips glisten with my cum. “Now, do you want the real thing?”

Keeping his silvery gaze trained on me, Tytus reaches to the floor and picks up the toy I’d dropped when he barged in here.

When he barged in here…

Shit.

Just like that, my eyes bulge wide open. My neck snaps to the side.

“The door…” I gasp, slapping a hand against my open mouth.

Sure enough, the spot where my door used to be is completely uncovered. I can see into the hallway.

Oh no…

I was so loud.

“Oh, yeah,” Tytus grunts. Keeping the silicone cock wrapped between his fingers, he rises.

I can only watch as he walks to the entrance, picks up the partially shattered door, and leans it against the doorway.

That provides some privacy, but not much.

Still, Tytus seems satisfied. And when he turns back around, I can’t help but lose sight of my concerns about the door.

The bulge in his pants is massive.

“Fuck…” I gulp, involuntarily.

Like, fuck is right. The outline looks even bigger than the supposed replica in his hands.

The satisfying glow throbbing through my body tenses up. I can’t help but remember how that dildo stretched me so thinly—and that’s when I was in control of it.

“Now, back to where we—” Tytus starts before I quickly stop him.

“I’m not ready!” I blurt out, my voice sharp and filled with panic.

That stops him in his tracks.

His silver-blue eyes race for a moment before settling.

“Fine,” he licks his lips. “That’s understandable. We don’t want to move too quickly, now do we? But do me a favor…”

He steps forward and the remaining shards of the door crunch beneath his massive feet.