Page 77 of Gilded Fake

“Who were you afraid would be here?” she asks. “Duke?”

I shake my head, since I can’t tell her that Duke is the least of my worries. Like they say about all animals, he’s more scared of me than I am of him.

“I don’t know,” I admit, glancing around the shadowy basement, avoiding the place near the stairs where the Dolces grabbed me and the stone table in the center where Royal had Gloria pinned. “I’m not scared of anyone being here. I just don’t like it down here. It’s creepy.”

“Then why’d you want to come down here?”

I turn my attention to the girl in my arms, smiling down at her. “Because you’re here,” I say, setting her on her feet and tucking her hair behind her ear. I draw her chin up and give her a soft, lingering kiss, letting my fingers slide down to rest gently around her throat. “And you make me so damn horny I couldn’t make it to first period without seeing your pretty lips dripping with my cum.”

“Oh,” she says, letting out a breathy little laugh, her eyes going hazy with lust as her body sways into mine. “I thought you didn’t like that.”

Keeping my fingers around her throat, I reach down and unbuckle my belt with my other hand, chuckling when I see her pupils dilate. “Who doesn’t like blowjobs?”

“You always stop me when I try.”

“Because you hadn’t earned it,” I say. “Now you have. Get on your knees and worship me, my queen.”

“Yes, my king,” she says with a flirty little grin. She sinks to her knees and tugs her hair over her shoulders before leaning forward and tugging down the front of my boxer briefs. She lets out a little hum of pleasure as she wraps her long, delicate fingers around my shaft. After stroking me a few times, she tugs my cock down, placing a chaste kiss on the tip. A drop of precum beads, and she darts her tongue out, collecting it on the tip of her tongue. Then she withdraws her tongue, moving it around her mouth and tasting me with a soft sound of satisfaction.

“You trying to kill me?” I growl.

“Payback’s a bitch,” she says, then slides my pierced tip between her lips, tentatively closing around my girth, her tongue caressing my skin. I watch a shudder wrack her body, and then she casts her lashes upwards, her mouth around my cock, her big eyes trusting and vulnerable, dewy and willing.

“God damn,” I groan, burying my hands in her hair and pulling her forward, impaling her mouth. My cock hits the back of her throat and she gags, blinking hard, tears shining in her eyes. I pull back, stroking her cheek, letting my thumb play in the corner of her lips. She sucks a few times, her tongue undulating along the underside of my cock, making my balls ache to empty into her wet little mouth.

“Can you take me deep?”

Her head bobs in a nod, and I slide my hand down her silky hair, gathering it at the nape of her neck. I drag her forward, pushing slow and deep into her throat this time. It constricts around the intrusion, and an involuntary hiccup of pleasure escapes me. Precum oozes down her throat, and she swallows it, moaning around my shaft. The vibration combined with her pleasure and the squeeze makes my knees weak.

Then she relaxes, and I feel the head of my cock squeeze down her straining throat, stretching it tight. I curse under my breath, nudging in further before pulling back, letting her breathe.

“Pinch my leg if you need me to stop,” I say.

She nods again, a tear trickling from the corner of her eye. I collect it with my thumb and slide it between my lips, my eyes falling closed as I taste her sweet submission. She slides her mouth back along my length, easing me down her throat.

“I’m going to fuck your throat raw if you keep doing that,” I growl.

She hesitates only a moment, then nods again.

I grip her hair, bringing her mouth all the way along my cock. She leans forward, extending her neck, and I give a shove, breaching her throat again. I start to move faster, in and out past the tight strain, barely giving her time to gasp in little breaths. She whimpers, tears spurting from her eyes, tracking mascara down her cheeks. I fuck her harder, gripping her hair with one hand to hold her head up while my other hand slides under her neck, feeling her throat work as I fuck it.

She chokes a few times, stopping to spit and gasp for air before I jerk her head up and slam back into her throat. She cries out around my cock, the sound echoing through the room with the gluck-gluck of her throat taking me, gagging, taking me deeper.

“Pinch me,” I order, but she just makes a helpless, whimpering sound and keeps her hands on the floor, bracing herself. God, it feels so fucking good I never want to stop even as I’m dying to cum this very moment. I go harder, knowing she can take it. Her throat’s had this kind of experience before, because there’s no way she could take me so deep and so long and so rough if she hadn’t.

The Dolces are here in the basement with us every bit as much as they were that day. I can feel Duke’s hot, claustrophobic breath on the back of my neck, the always-accidental way he brushes up against me from behind, a little too close. I can feel Baron’s watchful eyes on us, studying, waiting, picking his moment. And Royal, the cold, dark, silent shadow that surrounds everything, sucking the light and warmth from the room like a black hole.

I wonder if Gloria feels them too, if she has something to prove, not just to me but to herself, to them, even when they can’t see us.

Suddenly, I hate the Dolces for teaching her to do this, and I hate her for how fucking good she is, and I hate myself for how good it feels to fuck her tight throat while she gags and chokes and hot mascara tears streak her cheeks.

Like Duke said at the New Year’s party, I’m no better than him, than any of them. I’m just a man with a dick that feels good being sucked.

I fist a handful of hair at the crown of Gloria’s head and draw her back, sliding my other hand under her chin. It’s soaked with saliva that trickled from her mouth while I was fucking her throat, so I pull her off and let her spit a few times and catch her breath.

“You can spit now,” I say. “But when I cum, you swallow.”

She casts her blue eyes up to mine, still shiny with tears. “Yes, my king.”

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