Page 51 of The Worst Pucking Deal

She licks her lips again. “I liked sucking yours.”

I grunt in agreement because let’s be fucking honest; it was incredible. “Well, too bad. It’s not happening.”

She rears back like I’ve slapped her. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.” Heat burns in her bright, green eyes.

Unbothered by her reaction, I stroke my cock until it’s peaking out of the top of my boxer briefs. Precum leaks from the tip and onto my stomach. Sliding my finger through it, I hold it up and show it to her. “What do you like about it? The control or the taste?”

Her cheeks become red, but she doesn’t back down or look away. “Both,” she admits breathily.

Nodding, I wipe my finger on my boxer briefs and tug them down. My cock springs free, jutting out from my body. “I love eating pussy, Lucia. I fucking love the taste, and I’m the kind of guy who wants to play with his food.”

Realization dawns on her face, making her take a step back. Her eyes flick nervously between mine, like she’s looking for something in my gaze but isn’t finding it. “I-I can’t…”

“I know,” I rasp. “But it doesn’t seem right that you get to have my cock in your mouth if I can’t have my tongue deep inside your cunt.”

It doesn’t take a fucking genius to work out the link between Lucia’s aversion to my face being near her cunt and the scars on her thighs. I get it. Something really shitty happened to her. But she should have fucking told me upfront, so I knew what I was signing up for. Panic attacks and snuggling aren’t part of the package. So if that means we can only fuck and nothing else, so be it.

I wasn’t lying, though. I fucking love eating pussy.

“Get on the bed, Lucia. I want your ass in the air, and I want you to spread your ass cheeks for me.” Without hesitation, she gets into position, her head resting on the mattress. I chuckle when I see her lower lips are already swollen and glistening with her arousal. “Are you already wet for me?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I slowly move over to my nightstand, grabbing a condom before positioning myself behind her. I place one knee on the bed, and after I’ve rolled the rubber on, I nudge my cock against her wet opening. “Does this bother you?”

She shakes her head. “No.” Gripping her hips, I slowly feed her tight cunt inch by inch of my cock. She moans and wiggles her ass invitingly. “Don’t toy with me, Sawyer,” she pants in protest.

“You said I could use your body however I wanted,” I remind her. “Turns out you lied.”

Lucia freezes and lets go of her soft globes. Then she slowly pushes off the mattress so she can look back at me. “I didn’t know.”

I push further into her. “Didn’t know what?”

“That you wanted to eat me out.” Her eyes flutter closed when I bottom out inside her.

“Eyes open,” I command, wanting her to watch me fuck her. “Why didn’t you think I’d want to feast on your cunt?” Her pussy squeezes me tighter at my words.

“It’s never been… I mean…” She trails off, and I stop moving. When she finally speaks again, I ease my cock in and out of her. “No one has ever wanted to do it. It was either used as a punishment or… to control me.” Her eyes are glassy and her voice cracks on the last part. Still, her pussy squeezes me, and I groan.

“Is that the truth?” I rasp, thrusting into her at a steady pace.

“Y-yes.”

A single tear falls from her eye, and I lean forward, catching it on my finger. I stare at it like it’s a rare treasure, which I suppose in some ways it is. Lucia’s showing actual emotions, and this time she isn’t freaking the fuck out. I lick the salty droplet from my finger before I pick up my pace, slamming into her so hard she’s shoved forward and has to use her arms to steady herself.

The sounds of our bodies slapping together and moans are like a fucking symphony of destruction. One where I’m dishing it out while she takes it, escalating the punishing rhythm by pushing her ass back against me for more. My body is covered in sweat, and my hair has come loose from the bun I had it tied in. I’m gripping her hips so tight I won’t be surprised if I’m leaving bruises.

“I’m so close,” Lucia cries out. Then she moves one hand between her thighs, but I slap it away. “What? I want to come.”

I feel fucking feral for this woman, and I’m far from done with her yet. “Not yet, baby.”

Leaning forward, I take her hands and force them backward. She willingly lets me, trusting me to hold her up. “And I want you to come from my cock inside you. Can you do that for me, bunny?”

She doesn’t answer, but her moans turn to nonsensical words when I fuck her harder, ramming my cock all the way inside her with each thrust. Her cunt spasms, sucking me in deeper and tightening like it wants to keep me all the way inside her. I fuck her through her orgasm, then, without giving her time to come back down, I let go of her arms so she slumps forward.

“What the—”

I interrupt her panting moans. “Take your bra off and ride me,” I groan as I climb onto the bed and lie down on my back. “Show me how much you want my cock.”

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