Page 23 of Red My Lips

“Don’t kid yourself, pretty girl. We both know exactly what kind of hold you like from me.”

“Gage, baby. My pussy really likes your cock, so I use it.” I allow my breasts to rub against his chest, my head lifting to inch closer to his lips. “But don’t think for a second that it would keep me from skinning you alive if I got the chance.”

I’ve never seen a gaze so ravenous as his eyes sweep over me with heated intent. A wicked smile slowly appears on his face that makes my pussy clench.

“I know. That’s exactly why I plan to keep you.” His arms drop from the doorway to crowd me, stepping forward until I’m walking backward into the private VIP stairway. Gage kicks the door closed behind us, and we’re swallowed in darkness.

Shadows dance across the angles of Gage’s face as the red lights flicker. His hand circles my throat as his body pins me against the wall, a delicious darkness in his gaze. “You’re the perfect woman, Jill. Made just for me to worship.” His grip tightens on my throat, adding more pressure and promises of domination. “But I’m going to fuck you like the monster you think I am. I’m going to use and abuse every inch of this masterpiece of a body—until you can’t remember your own name, and mine is the only one coming from your fuckable lips like a dirty prayer.”

His words barely register past the waves of need pounding over me. I’ve been love bombed before, lavish praise from a man isn’t new to me. But Gage is next level—his intensity is as alarming as it is intoxicating. Even if I wanted to believe him, I’m not buying what he’s trying to sell me. He doesn’t really know me, how can he know if I’m his perfect woman?

A man will tell you whatever they think you want to hear in order to fuck you, but he’s wasting his breath. I’m already going to let him fuck me.

My heart pounds in my chest, pumping pure lust through my veins as my pussy throbs. Every inch of my body is on fire, itching for a relief that only he can give me. He looks tempted to kiss me, but he doesn’t.

“Now,” Gage says, winding a lock of my hair around his fist and using it to pull my head back. “Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth for me.”

The urge to defy him—to refuse and remain in control—flickers through my mind. But I’m so fucking turned on I lower to my knees instead. Gage makes quick work of unzipping his pants and pulling out his erection. His big cock stands proud—thick and veiny and waiting for my mouth. Large tattooed hands thread through my hair, fisting until my scalp stings.

As soon as I part my lips, he’s sliding his length into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat with a groan. His already stiff cock hardens even more as he watches himself move between my lips. My jaw loosens to accommodate his girth, my tongue licking along the raised veins up and down his length.

Holding me by my hair, Gage slowly withdraws until he’s almost out of my mouth. My lips remain wrapped around the broad crown, circling just beneath the sensitive tip. When he pushes back in, it’s quick and powerful.

I meet his gaze as he pumps in and out of my lips, his pace picking up speed until he’s roughly fucking my mouth. His eyes remain locked on mine.

“Your mouth was made for my cock. Look at it, taking me so well.” His fist tightens in my hair—the pain sharpening my senses. “Such a pretty little whore on your knees for me.”

Lust pours through me until I’m dripping with it. My thighs clench together against the pulsing between them.

“Take it all the way into your throat, just like that,” he growls, forcing himself to the back of my throat. “You like having my big cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

I nod against him, and his head tilts back with a groan. His jaw tightens as my tongue circles his length, and I’m being pulled off of him.

I gaze up at him, eyes tearing and fully turned on. He gazes down at me for a moment but can’t handle it for too long.

“Stand up.” I stand and let him lead me down a few stairs. “Bend over for me.” Kneeling on the stairs with my ass in the air, Gage flips up my dress and mutters a curse.

“Goddamn, you’re killing me with this lacy little underwear.” His voice is rough with desire as he palms my ass cheeks before wrenching my panties to the side. Looking over my shoulder, Gage’s dark gaze is haunting as his hands punish my clothing for standing between him and my skin. Then he’s lining himself up with my drenched pussy.

My cry of pleasure echoes in the stairwell when he pushes into me, stretching and filling me. I’m so aroused and hypersensitive, I can feel every ridge and vein as he pulls out and pushes back in even deeper. He slams in and out of me, pushing so deep he bottoms out every time. My back arches against the bliss he ignites, and it’s not long before I’m teetering on the edge of oblivion.

With a primal grunt, Gage changes his angle, stroking a spot that has me seeing stars. My orgasm steals my breath when it hits, and I’m flying through the air. I let out a breathless cry, my pussy clenching around his cock as my orgasm ripples through my entire body.

I’ve barely returned to earth before Gage is pulling out of me, and turning me to face him. “Open up for me, Menace.” As soon as my lips part, his cock is between them. With two pumps, his entire body quakes with his release. His jaw clenches with a resonating groan, eyes locked with mine as his climax overcomes him. Hot cum shoots down my throat and fills my mouth, and he rasps, “let me see it.”

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, and he cups my face. The animalistic look of unbridled passion on his face makes me feel powerful. I’m his undoing. “Now swallow, we can’t be making a mess in the stairwell.”

Closing my mouth and swallowing is a gift I’m bestowing on him, and the look in his eyes tells me he knows that.

“Not even my wildest fantasies could’ve created you.” His grip on my face tightens as we catch our breath. His thumbs swipe the edges of my lips like they’ll fix the mess that is my makeup right now. “Come home with me.”

I look up at him in consideration, my brain fighting through the fog as my body comes down from the high of orgasm. I could go home with him, go a few more rounds with him. But that would mean willingly giving him full access to me.

“My shift is over.” I pull out of his embrace and stand. Gage watches me adjust my dress and put distance between us, physically and emotionally. “I’m gonna go.”

Gage stays at the top of the stairs as I start my descent. When I make it to the first floor, he calls after me before I open the door.

“See you tomorrow, little devil.” I glance up at him, the red light casting shadows across his haunting expression. “And every day after that.”

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