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“Suck harder, wrap those sweet lips around me.”

I followed his instructions, feeling myself grow aroused for the first time in weeks. His girth in my mouth reminded me of what he felt like inside me when he stretched me open.

“So good,” he said as he moved my head faster.

Suddenly, he pulled me off and held my head in his hands until I looked at him.

“Open your mouth like a good little lamb. Take your reward,” he said.

He let go of one side of my head and began to fist himself so fast and hard that I pulled my hand away. He kept his other hand in my hair while he rested the tip of his cock inside my mouth.

“Stick your tongue out. I want to see my cum in your pretty little mouth.”

I stuck my tongue out underneath him and felt his cum spurt on my tongue before it hit the back of my throat.

He let out some heavy breaths before he groaned again.

I blinked as another load sprayed into my mouth. His hand slowed down, but he kept rubbing the tip until he emptied himself inside my mouth. I struggled to swallow it down with my mouth open.

He pulled his cock back to look at me.

“My cum looks so good in your mouth,” he said with satisfaction glowing in his eyes. “Be a good girl and swallow it down, then lick me clean.”

I kept my eyes on him and swallowed his cum down. I didn't mind the taste, but it was thick. I saw some of his cum on the tip of his cock, and I sucked on the rounded tip and licked him clean.

“Stand up.”

I stood up, and his fingers pulled my legs apart before he pulled me onto his knees with my legs dangling down over his. He kept his eyes on mine as I felt his fingers brush my thighs before he rubbed my pussy. I bit my lip as I felt his fingers glide up and down my opening.

“Did sucking my cock make this pussy wet?”

I didn't answer, but when he pushed his fingers inside me, I quickly nodded.

“Do you want me to fuck you after lunch, little lamb?” he said, moving his fingers in and out of me until I began to move my hips while I gripped his arms.

I don't know why he was calling me a little lamb, but I liked it. My breath was shaky, and my heart was beating so fast.

I did want him to fuck me.

I nodded, and his fingers stilled inside me. His eyes scanned my face for a moment before he smiled at me. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed my clit with them. My breath came out in little pants. It felt so damned good. When he pulled his hand away, I almost moaned in protest until I felt his wet fingers touch my lips. I opened my mouth for him, and he slipped his fingers inside me.

“Your lips are made for sucking and licking. Taste yourself, lick my fingers clean,” he said, slowly moving his fingers in and out of my mouth.

I licked and sucked his fingers, hoping he would let me cum, but he pulled his fingers out and moved me off his legs, only to sit me down on the sofa.

“Eat slowly. I don't want you to be sick,” he said, stroking my thigh.

He was like a different person. I had many questions but was too afraid to ask him. Out of all his moods, this was the calmest I’d ever seen him.

My attention went to my bowl, and I lifted it up and inhaled the scent of chicken, herbs and vegetables. I wanted to drink it directly from the bowl, but I remembered what he had said. I reluctantly picked up the spoon and took my first mouthful of real food in weeks, if not months. My eyes welled up for no reason. It was just food. He hadn't starved me.

I silently ate my soup before using the buttered bread to dip into it. I moaned at the taste of the fresh bread.

I heard him chuckle.

“I'm glad you like my cooking. Can you cook?”

I glanced at him and nodded. He didn't say anything but continued to eat his food.

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