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He lets out a guttural moan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
And he pushes back in. Over and over, he thrusts into my mouth, and I shouldn’t like it, but I do. There’s something perversely delicious about it, being used like this, by him.
My pussy throbs, and I start to reach down to give myself relief.
“Hands behind your back. You think bad fucking girls get to come when they’re doing dirty, filthy, nasty, slutty things to Daddy? Tempting him into being bad?”
Another hard slam and I choke. I can’t breathe as he holds himself there.
“You think you deserve any rewards?”
He pulls out and I cough and sputter, then he thrusts back in, holding my head against him. It’s way more dirty, more brutal than back at the mansion. This time no one’s watching. This time he’s doing it because it’s getting him off.
And his getting off is almost enough to get me off.
“Ah, fuck. Your mouth is pure sin. I’m going to come.” He holds me, hammering deep, and then he pulls out until just the tip is in. Then he pumps himself, an explosion of cum filling my mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck me. Do not spill a fucking drop, slut.”
I struggle to swallow it all, and then through my tear-filled eyes, I close my lips around the head of his cock and suck him dry.
“Fucking fuck,” he groans. He slams deep once more, holding, and his cock twitches as a little more cum hits the back of my throat.
When he’s done, he doesn’t say a word. He picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and then he strides to the bed and drops me onto it. He strips the rest of his clothes off and I freeze.
Jesus.
He is stunning.
It’s the only word I can think of as I gape at him.
Stunning.
He’s pure sculpted muscle, covered in ink, and there are scars and things that I’m pretty sure are old bullet wounds.
It makes me wet.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” With that, he rips down the sweatpants and pulls off the top, using it to tie my arms behind my back. Then he pushes me so I lean back on my arms. It’s uncomfortable as hell and I’m sure he knows that. But he also knows I’m stuck in this position until he does something about it.
His eyes glitter with promise.
“Perfect.”
He pushes my legs apart and then crawls on the bed, settling his face right against my pussy. When his mouth closes on me, I scream because it’s pure and utter glory, his tongue and lips working my folds and my clit like he knows exactly what will drive me over the brink of sanity.
Because he does.
But he won’t send me over. Not completely. Not yet.
Slowly, he nibbles his way along both outer lips, then he pushes his tongue into me. Over and over, making me crazy with the need to come. His tongue and lips bring me up to an edge he refuses to take me over, and in this position all I can do is thrust up, something he stops by resting his arm on my thigh.
I’m trapped, unable to get the relief I crave. He takes his time, and every single atom in me is attuned to what he’s doing, aching for what I know he’s capable of, even just from his fingers alone.
Everything burns with need, the pressure in me almost too much to bear. I can feel it. Release. Exquisite and delicious, but just out of reach. He keeps going, relentless, and each level I hit is even better, more perfect than the one before.
Until finally, that big O is in sight. It’s so close. I can taste it, feel it, and he?—
Stops.
