Page 24 of Flames of Ruin

“That’s it, beautiful. Choke on my cock.”

When she reaches her limit, her hands find my ass, and she digs her nails into my skin. The sweet sting of the pain sends shocks up my spine.

I can feel my cock swell in her mouth. Needing this to last longer, I rip myself away from her full lips. Bending over, I pick her up by placing my hands under her arms, standing her back up in front of me.

“What next, Mr. Monster?” She licks her lips hungrily as she teases me.

“You are impossible,” I say as I lift her, wrapping her legs around me. Gripping her plump ass tightly, I walk us over to the vanity table in the dressing room and set her down on her feet. Whipping her body around, I push her over so she is leaning over the table.

“You disobeyed me,” I whisper as I lean over her body, sliding her hair to one side of her neck so it falls over her shoulder.

I can feel her body shudder at my words as I kiss her bare skin, from her shoulder up to her neck.

“What are you going to do about it?” She whispers ever so softly.

Circling my hand on her ass, I hesitate to slap her. “I want to show you what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

“Show me.” Her voice is pleading, and she deliberately pushes her ass into me. Our gazes lock in the mirror on the wall above the table. Her green eyes pierce through me like a knife.

With one hand, I grip her hip, and with the other, I stroke her cheek softly, running my hand down to her inner thigh. Her body responds to my touch, small goosebumps erupting on her flesh.

Running my hand back up her leg to her ass, I swat her ass forcefully with my open hand. She screams and grips onto the table.

“Too much?”

“No! More, please.”

“Then I didn’t do it hard enough.”

Gripping her hip harder to hold her in place, I slap her ass three more times, alternating sides as she cries out louder each time. My eyes widen with satisfaction when my rough hand meets her skin. The impact of the harsh slaps sends ripples through her delicate flesh. A low groan rumbles through my chest as I continue to enjoy watching the way her ass moves before me with each blow.

“Your skin looks so beautiful. Red, angry, and marked with my handprint,” I say as I admire my artwork on her skin.

Squirming against my hold on her, she whimpers, “Please, Drake.”

I slide my hand down and toy with the silky fabric of her panties. Pushing them to the side, my fingers run down from her entrance to her clit, and back to her soaked center, my fingers coated in her arousal.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Leaning over, I bring my fingers to her lips. “Suck.”

She eagerly wraps her mouth around my fingers. I take my other hand and grab the base of my cock, teasing her entrance with the tip.

She gasps around my fingers as I push inside of her, raw and unhinged.

Hooking my fingers in her mouth, I continue driving inside her, pushing her to her limit over and over again. Her broken moans fill the room while her pussy clenches around my cock.

Pulling out of her, I kick her feet, urging her to spread her legs wider for me. I pull my fingers from her mouth and push down on the back of her neck.

“Lean over more, baby. That’s it.” She’s splayed out before me on the table, her ass in the air, and legs spread wide for me. Needy and wanting.

My mind races as I imagine her on display like this for me all the time and the way I could easily become addicted to her as if she were an illicit drug.

Out of frustration for needing her the way I do, I smack her ass one more time. It’s intoxicating watching the way her body responds to my touch. My palm grazes over the red, raised, heated marks on her skin as she mewls and writhes against me.

“Look at that beautiful pink cunt, freshly fucked by my cock.”

“Drake, please. I need to come.”

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