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I do as I’m told, my thighs clenching as heat pools between them.
“Nowsuck,” he commands. “Make a fuckingmessof my cock. Be a dirty little slut for me.”
Be a dirty little slut for me.
For the millionth time, I wonder if something is wrong with me. Because when he says that, something in me unlocks. Like there was a door waiting to be opened, behind which I stashed all of my blackest fantasies and deviant desires, and he’s just handed me the key.
The ache to be dominated.Subjugated.
To have all shreds of control taken from me.
To beused.
Mal might be the devil. He might be a monster, and he might be holding my life over my head.
But right now, he also happens to be indulging me in the darkest desires I’ve ever had.
So even though the fighter in me wants to curse him and bite his dick off, the subby, horny, achy little mess on her knees in front of him wants nothing else but to give up oxygen for his cock.
You can guess which Freya wins.
I whimper as I allow him to yank my head forward by my hair. I spit on his cock again, biting back a moan at the dirty thrill it gives me. My mouth swallows his swollen head, choking and gagging on it as spit runs down the shaft and drips from his balls.
A moan rumbles deep in my chest as Mal seizes all control, taking my hair in his hands and guiding my mouth roughly up and down his slick, messy cock. He groans, pulling me off him, spit dripping between my bottom lip and his head. He pulls my mouth down to his balls, and I moan as I gently suck each swollen orb into my mouth and tongue them eagerly.
Mal grunts, tugging my hair with one hand and fisting his cock with the other as I slurp wetly on his balls.
“Such a fuckingmessylittle cumslut,” he growls. “You look so fucking pretty between my legs with my cock on your face.”
Fuck. Me.
It’s no longer up for discussion. I’m definitely, unquestionably, completely fucked in the head. Because the more degrading he is with his actions, and the rougher he is with his words, the wetter I get. The more he takes control, the more I want to submit entirely.
I’m not just doing this because he knows my secrets, or because I’m scared of him.
I’m slobbering all over his balls and moaning with his heavy cock resting on my face because this man makes mewantto be a messy little slut for him.
I whimper as he pulls me back to his cock and shoves it into my mouth. A thrill explodes through me as he grabs my hair in a fist and wraps his other hand around my throat. He starts to thrust into me roughly, no longer “getting head” from me but “fucking my mouth.”
I’ve never been wetter.
“Look at you, squirming and squeezing your thighs together like a greedy, anxious, drippy littleslut, Freya,” he growls, grunting as he fucks his cock into the back of my throat, making me gag. “Touch yourself. Finger that soaking little pussy while you drool on my cock like a good girl.”
My eyes roll back. It’s embarrassing how quickly my hand flies between my legs, pulling my panties aside before sinking a finger into myself with a groan. My thumb rolls over my clit as I gag and choke and drool all over Mal’s huge cock, stroking it with my free hand as he grips my hair and my throat.
I’m pretty good at making myself come. Still, it usually takes a while.
Not fucking tonight.
Tonight, on my knees in front of this man, with my lips stretched lewdly around his fat cock while spit dribbles down my chin, it’s like I’m already at third base. My throbbing clit tingles and aches as I rub it wildly, my thighs shaking.
“My, my,my,” he rumbles. “I think you’re ready to come for me already, aren’t you, my little slut? Are you going to be good, greedy little whore and make that pretty pussy come with my big, fat cock in your mouth?”
It’s like pulling a trigger.
My thighs tighten. My pulse skips. With a deep, guttural moan, I scream out my release around his cock, still buried in my mouth, as I feel myself start to come.
Hard.
