Page 64 of Saviors

Her chest rose and fell. A deep blush spread across it as she waited for my order. She was utterly still. The perfect sweet submissive.

“Open those lips, pretty girl.” The blood roared in my ears, shooting straight down as I watched those pink lips spread for me.

I pumped my cock, making her wait for it a little longer as I continued to take her in. I wanted to burn this moment into my memories. Have it to hold on to when she was gone.

With my free hand, I slipped my fingers through her silky hair. When I reached the top of her head, I guided her down. My lungs constricted as her warmth surrounded me. I’d forgotten how good it was. How consuming.

All I felt was her wet mouth. All I heard was her soft gagging sounds. All I saw was her.

She kept her tongue flat, letting me control her like she already knew what I wanted. Too fucking perfect. Too easy to forget what this was.

“Shit.” I hissed as she eagerly sucked at the head. Electricity rippled across my skin. My balls tightened in pleasure.

It was so good I thought I might embarrass myself and come at that moment. I pressed her further down, loving how she choked on me. I set a slow rhythm, just enjoying her.

Savoring the drag of her tongue along my cock. The sweet suction as she tried to please me. The softness of her willing body.

But soon, I needed a little more. Craved it.

I tilted my hips, angling deeper down her throat. Violet gripped my thighs for support. It happened in a snap. All the blissful feelings evaporated. My jaw clenched. My teeth clicked together. The fire shifted into rage. It tore at my chest.

Violet gasped as my fingers yanked on her scalp, pulling her off. My cock bobbed in front of her face from the sudden motion. Spit clung to the end, connecting me to her mouth. Instead of being sexy, it felt wrong.

I jerked her further back until the connection broke. I gripped her tighter, making her whimper. Her breathing stuttered in panic. Her chest rose and got stuck. Those gorgeous eyes rounded as she stared at me.

In that moment I hated myself. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d called red. But the control I prided myself on was gone. I’d let my defenses down, and she’d slipped in.

“Did I say you could touch me?” My words were a violent whisper that had her head shaking in my grip. Or as much as it could with my hold on her.

“No.” Her voice wavered.

I hated scaring her, but her hands were still on my thighs. Still creating the pinpricks of anxiety even with her gentle grasp. I knew how it could turn into pain in an instant. In a flash of emotion.

She swallowed thickly as she lifted her palms. They shook as she tucked them into her lap. “Don’t touch me. Ever!”

“S-sorry.” Her eyes widened in fear. I waited for her to pull back. To use her safe word, but she didn’t.

It was my fault. I should’ve explained. My rage softened as she tilted her head down, only looking at me through dark lashes. Making herself small. But that’s not how I wanted to punish her. I released her hair.

“Apologize with your mouth.”

She didn’t hesitate, shifting forward until she was pushing down on me again. But all my gentleness was gone. I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t help these feelings. The lust for her. The craving.

So I took it out on her. My fingers gripped the nape of her neck and shoved her down. I lifted my hips, pounding into her face. I bottomed out with each thrust. She gagged as I reached the back of her throat, only to pull out and slam in again.

There was no slowness. No playfulness. And she took it. Over and over, with nothing but eagerness in her expression. Even when the tears fell.

I hated it a little bit. Hated myself for being this way. For needing her this deeply when I knew I shouldn’t. When I knew we weren’t good for her. When I knew I couldn’t stop.

It was too much. Too overwhelming.

Tears and spit slid down her cheeks, landing in my lap. It was the first time I actually wanted another person’s bodily fluids on me. I wanted to feel her come apart for me. Wanted to taste her. Needed to make her feel beautiful.

That realization forced me to slow my movements. My knuckles ached as I released her neck, moving to grasp her cheeks. Her green eyes sparked as I stroked the tears from her face.

She turned into my touch even as I continued to drag my cock in and out of her mouth. Going as deep as I could. Cutting off her air each time.

“Look at you, taking every fucking inch like a greedy little slut.”

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