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‘Please, can I suck it?’ I asked, the swollen tip of his cock so close, but just out of reach. ‘Please, Daddy?’
The moan he let out went straight between my legs.
‘You don’t deserve my cum. You need to behave before I’ll fill that throat of yours.’
‘I need it so bad.’ The whine in my voice made me cringe, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never wanted a man so badly in my entire life. I wanted Logan. I wanted his rough hands and huge cock. I wanted his dirty words and his ardent kisses. I wanted him to smile at me before making me cry. I wanted it all. It was just lust. I knew it, but I wanted to get what I wanted for a change. He was holding out for a woman who didn’t give two fucks about him.
‘You need it, don’t you, my little slut? I’ll make you a deal. If you can eat it all up, I’ll think about letting you have more.’
Logan slid a hand over my face, gathering my tears and using them to stroke his dick faster. It was thick and veiny, far larger than anything I’d taken, human or rubber, before. I held out my tongue as his balls bunched and his fingers tightened in my hair. The others watched him too, eyes on his impressive cock as he groaned low.
‘You look fucking hot there on your knees with tears on your face and a red raw arse. A beautiful little whore. I’d love to paint your pretty face with my cum, but you need to show me how far you’ll go for me. How low you’ll sink, hoping I’ll pull you back up.’ His words were tight, spoken through his teeth as he held off his orgasm.
Then he turned toward the table and came hard, ropes of cum landing on the plate of squashed tiramisu, the thick, white liquid merging with the cream and pooling.
My eyes flicked back to him as he grinned.
‘Dessert time, Valentina.’
I swallowed hard as he placed the plate on the floor before gathering my hair up into a fist and pushing me down toward the creamy mess. My stomach turned at the ruined pudding. I didn’t mind swallowing cum straight from the source, by eating it as a meal was a whole different level.
Logan crouched down beside me and met my eyes. ‘You don’t have to do it. No-one will force you. You can use your safe word and I’ll let you go. We can forget all about this.’
My eyes roved over his face, the stubble covered jaw up to his piercing blue eyes. He made my stomach flip in the best way possible. A little cum wasn’t going to make me miss out on something I wanted so badly.
‘I want to,’ I whispered as his eyes fluttered closed and his teeth caught his lower lip.
‘Fuck, V. You’re killing me.’
He held my hair up while I lowered myself to the floor, crouching like a dog at its bowl. My stomach heaved as I dived in, licking and biting at the salty, creamy plate of pudding. It was dirty and disgusting, and I was wetter than ever.
‘Look at you, my sweet girl, eating up Daddy’s cum like a good girl. You’re doing so fucking well. On your knees with a fiery rump and everyone watching you eat like a dog. Is this what you wanted?’
I nodded, though my cheeks burned at both ends. It was exactly what I wanted. The filthy acts and the even filthier words to go along with them.
It didn’t taste so bad once I got past the idea, and the filthiness of the act far outweighed any grossness. I lapped it until the plate was clean, my breath coming in pants as I drove myself mad with lust beneath his gaze.
‘Atta girl, isn’t it so much better when you can listen to instructions? I should get you a bowl of my cream every morning for you to lap at like a pet. You’d make such a pretty pet. But for now, I need you to have some reflection time to think about what you’d just done for me.’
‘Please, I’m so horny.’ My tears renewed afresh as he pulled me to my feet and picked me up in his solid arms. I sighed against his chest, disappointed that he still wasn’t fucking me, but glad for the ounce of closeness that his carrying me afforded.
‘I know you are.’
‘Please, can I just come?’
‘No, brat. You can’t. Not until I say so.’
Even that was hot. His claiming of my orgasms. His telling me no made me just as wet as his telling me yes.
I was a knotted jumble of emotions.
Then he took me upstairs and fixed me to one of the pillars.
‘No... please.’
‘Do you want to use your safeword, Valentina?’
I shook my head. I didn’t want him to stop. I just needed more.
