Page 67 of Last Boy

Shaking my head, I make a tsk noise at her. “No, you’ve been too deceitful for that. Instead, I’m going to fuck your mouth. Hard, too, so be ready to gag and breathe through your nose. You won’t have an ounce of control, and here’s your warning to hold still and take it. Because the second you try to take the reins, I’m going to pull my cock from your lips, and I’ll fuck my hand and come all over your face. Because right now, this isn’t for you.” I glide my cock into her mouth slowly. “Do you understand?”

Her big eyes stare up at me, and she nods once.

“Good girl,” I growl, pushing myself further down her throat, loving the feel of it closing around me.

She’s begging for air before I pull back. Her body moves back and forth slightly with every thrust of my hips, but she tries her best to stay rooted to the floor.

“Look at you,” I murmur, barely choking the words out because it feels so good and looks even fucking better. “Swallowing my cock, taking every inch like a good girl.” I fist her hair gently, not wanting to hurt her. “Are you a little whore for my cock?”

She moans on my length, her eyebrows pulling together as I pull my dick from her mouth.

“Answer me, Poppy.”

“Y-yes,” she moans.

“But only for me, right, baby?”

“Only for you,” she whimpers. “Always for you.”

“That’s right,” I snap, thrusting myself back into her mouth and making her gag. “No other man has ever fucked this mouth.”

I stop myself before saying anything else. What I want to say is no other man will ever fuck this mouth. But that’d be a lie. What’s she supposed to do, wait for me forever?

I fucking wish she would.

I don’t warn her when I lose it and come into her mouth, trembling as her eyes stare up at me, and I watch her throat swallow me down. She keeps her tongue cupped on me as my hips jerk slower and slower until I’m fucking spent. And once she pulls back, I wait a solid few seconds, making her believe that I’m really going to punish her by leaving her hanging while I know she’s fucking soaking wet.

Pulling her to stand, I tear her clothes from her body until she’s completely bare. Reaching between her legs, I slide my fingers into her heat, and my breath hitches.

“That fucking wet from tasting my dick?” I swallow down a moan before I take a few steps to the couch and slide my back down so that I’m only half on it. “Come here and sit on my face,” I demand. “Grab the back of the couch and fucking ride my face until you come all over my tongue.”

Her thighs squeeze together before she takes a few shaky steps and straddles me. Moving her body up, I can tell she’s nervous, so I reach around and grip her ass, pulling her upward until she’s sitting directly on my face.

“I fucked your mouth; it’s your turn to fuck mine,” I grunt before my tongue pokes out to taste her. She’s so fucking wet that she soaks my face right away. “Come on. Ride my fucking face, baby. Fuck my tongue. I’m starving.”

Slowly, her hips start to move, my tongue working right with them. And after a moment or two, the shyness wears off, and she grips the back of the couch and rides my face like she’s a bull rider.

Her ass bounces up and down on my chin, and she cries out as I eat her pussy like a fucking meal. I drag my hands down her body, gripping the backs of her legs, and hold on tight as she thrusts forward and back. Finally, I feel her tighten around me, and against my tongue, I feel her pulsating.

“Walker,” she moans slowly. “Walker, oh…my…God.”

Her movements get faster as she bucks against my face while she continues to cry out my name like I’m God and she fucking worships me just before she slows, her entire body trembling.

Moving down my body, she buries her face into my neck. “Thank you,” she breathes. “That was…yeah.”

I hold on to her, feeling her heart racing against mine. I never was all that mad, I guess.

Maybe I just wanted to punish her a little.

“So…when are we leaving?” she asks nervously.

“To go where?”

“You know…to meet the attackers to pay them.”

I pull back, looking at her. “Poppyseed, I’d never let you ever meet those scumbags.”

“But what about—”

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