Page 37 of Throttle

He pulls back to look into my eyes. “Fuck. I love it when you have a dirty little whore mouth for Daddy.” The tip of his tongue licks up the side of my neck before he nips at my tender flesh.

I rub his rock-hard cock through his jeans and he releases a guttural sound, biting down on my earlobe. He snakes his hand to my hair, yanking my head back so he can slam his lips to mine. Weeks and weeks of starving for each other make the kiss hungry and consuming. I tug on his belt loops, drawing him closer while I roll my hips into him, relishing the feel of his body on mine.

“I need you,” I pant through stuttered breaths.

“You have me, Princess. You fucking have me.” He always knows what I need to hear, making me drunk off his words. My body was made just for him and every sentence he utters brings it to life.

Throttle nibbles on my bottom lip, pulling back with a pop, then lifts me off my feet. My legs wrap securely around him as he carries me to the bed and throws me down in the center of the mattress. My skin is tingling with need for him as I squirm with anticipation. He strips off his clothes and I’m dying to touch him, feel his smooth skin beneath my hands.

When I start to undress myself, he stops me with a tsk of his tongue. “Leave that to me, Princess.” Throttle crawls onto the bed, kissing and suckling up my leg as he makes his way over my body until he reaches my mouth for another kiss.

How does he always taste so good?

“Ryan…” I moan.

“Do you know how much I fucking love it when you call my name like that?” He unbuttons my jeans, pulling them completely off, along with my panties.

With one quick motion, he flips me onto my stomach, lifting my ass in the air and spreading my thighs apart until his face is settled at my pussy. He gently blows on my exposed core, and the warm air feels cool on my thighs that are lightly coated with my arousal.

“You promised dessert first, right?” He lazily drags his tongue up my slit and my body quivers. “Mmmm, just as sweet as I remember.”

My abs tighten as his mouth moves against me. He’s eating me alive, his tongue lapping at my soaked pussy. I can hear the sounds he makes between his moans, and I swear he’s being loud on purpose. He knows it turns me on to hear him enjoying what he’s doing and only heightens my need for him.

“I need you…” I beg into the sheets.

“Patience, little girl.” He presses a finger to my swollen clit. “Daddy’s not done eating.” He coats two fingers with my wetness before pushing inside me. My walls stretch slightly, the intrusion barely scratching the surface of my growing ache. His mouth circles around my clit, sucking hard until I let out a cry. “Shhh,” he coos.

My hips are trembling, desperately seeking more. It’s been too long and I need his cock. I need him buried so deep inside me that I feel him everywhere, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“Please, please, please…” I beg, tears filling the corners of my eyes.

A sharp slap against my wet pussy rocks me, hurtling me to the edge of an orgasm. Throttle plunges three fingers into me now, my back arching off the bed in response. I claw at the sheets, my muscles taut, my body aching to climax.

“I missed this tight little cunt so much. You taste so fucking good, Sienna.” Another hard slap. “Come on Daddy’s tongue, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.” He presses a kiss to my throbbing clit before flicking against it with the tip of his tongue, his fingers rapidly thrusting inside me at the same speed.

“Oh my god!” I shout, trying to get away from the overwhelming intensity. But he locks me in place with his forearm, making sure I stay right there and take everything he wants to give me. My eyes squeeze shut and hazy white flecks float behind my eyelids.

I’m burning up and it doesn’t take much longer for me to come. When I fall over the cliff, I hear the faint sound of Throttle swallowing my juices, the rest of it spilling down my inner thighs. I lie limply on the bed, the aftershocks of my orgasm leaving me trembling and grinning like a fool.

Throttle smiles, crawling over my body to kiss me. I taste myself on his lips and my pussy clenches with desire. My mouth opens, letting him in, and our tongues twirl around each other in a welcoming embrace.

“You like tasting yourself on me, don’t you, Princess?” he asks, pulling off my top. The bratty urge to say no prickles under my skin, but I nod instead, afraid Daddy will deny me more long-overdue orgasms if I don’t behave.

He unclasps my bra and tosses it across the room, where it joins the rest of our discarded clothes. I’m bare beneath him, waiting for whatever he has planned next. His gaze roams my body, raising my temperature a few degrees.

“I need to feel you inside me,” I breathe, longing for him to fill me up.

He shakes his head, and I want to cry. “Not yet.”

Not yet? How much longer is he gonna make me wait?

He massages the insides of my thick thighs, pushing them farther apart while I lie on my back, practically thrashing against the bed with need. His hands inch closer to my dripping pussy, his thumbs teasingly brushing against my bare lips. Silent pleas are on the tip of my tongue when he finally wraps my legs around his waist, pushing himself closer to me. His hard cock glides through my wetness as he lubes himself up, ready to push inside me.

“Say my name again,” he commands, his chest rising and falling as he tempts us both. “I want to hear it when I fill this tight pussy with Daddy’s dick.”

I reach for him, wrapping my arms around his neck and tugging his head toward me. I kiss along his strong jawline until I reach his ear. “Ryan,” I whisper before biting at his neck. He groans as the round head of his cock notches at my entrance. “Fuck me, Ryan.” I barely get his name out for the second time when he shoves himself inside me to the hilt with one fluid motion.

It’s a good thing I already came once, or this might’ve hurt. Instead, all I feel is blissfully full and satiated. And then he starts moving, slow at first, building speed and intensity until I gasp, clawing at his skin.

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