Page 64 of The Broken Wolf's Redemption

He wasn’t as asshole. He might talk about gagging her, but he would never do that unless she begged him. It was on the tip of her tongue to do it, but she was too afraid of what the result might be. Fantasies were one thing. Real life was another.

She took him back in her mouth, gliding her tongue over him and swallowing repeatedly. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing forward, a gentle, soft motion, not a commanding surge. She swallowed as he pushed forward, breathing through her nose. She didn’t panic. When he reached the back of her throat, she did have the urge to gag, but she breathed harder, swallowing convulsively. Her muscles contracted and again, but that was it and then the tip of him was near the back of her throat. She had to angle her head when he pulled back and pushed forward again. Swallowed. Breathed. Fought the urge to allow her muscles to dictate to her how this was going to go.

It was going to go one way only, and that was her, on her knees, swallowing his cock, taking everything he was willing to give her before he came, exactly like he said he would.

The incredibly taboo after he’d described and his cock in her mouth, slowly pushing to the back of her throat again and again as he made rough sounds of animal pleasure, made her walls clench in on themselves. She could climax just from giving him pleasure, from imagining him taking her rough, still hard, tasting himself on her lips.

She looked up as she struggled. Changing the angle was easier. She knew Rome wouldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t push her past what she could take. She certainly wasn’t going to die doing this and her headstone wasn’t going to read anything about blowjobs.

She focused on Rome’s t-shirt. He was breathing heavy, his chest expanding and his abs contracting. He caught her watching him. She kept her eyes glued to his.

“You want me to tell you that you’re a good girl? You want to know how good it feels?”

She couldn’t nod. That might cause real damage to her throat. She didn’t blink, just watched him steadily as a response.

“You are a good girl. You’re doing a fantastic job. Your throat is so tight. Your mouth is literally as close to heaven as a man like me is ever going to come. And I will be coming down it. Very. Soon.”

She tasted him down her throat already. All over her tongue. She could feel saliva dripping down her face, but even drooling was hot.

That was all the warning she got before Rome’s hand cupped the back of her head and started to guide her forward and back while he fucked her mouth, and then more than her mouth. She wasn’t powerless. She used her tongue and her lips, hollowing out her cheeks, letting him know how much she wanted it.

What she wanted was for him to come.

She wanted to come too. Her body was wound tight, aching for a release.

“I’m going to come, Seren. Are you sure about this?”

She grasped his thighs tighter, pulling him into her. That was her yes. She wasn’t going to let him pull away. Not now. Not ever again.

He was hers now, in all the glorious fuckery that life saw fit to include. She was ready for it. For him.

She braced herself. His cock kicked in her mouth and then it happened. Hot liquid surged across her tongue. Her instinct was to swallow and she did, even as it kept coming. It tasted like earth and salt and Rome, and that made it sweet. It was hot, even if she couldn’t swallow fast enough. She couldn’t believe that Rome meant what he said. It was just dirty talk, like if he’d stated that he was going to fuck her until there was a permanent imprint of her body in the carpet or that he’d plow her through the wall, or break her pussy.

“I’m going to punish you for that, sweetheart.”

She couldn’t talk. She was still swallowing. She looked up at him, alarmed.

“Did I tell you that you could swallow?”

He pulled his cock out, milking it hard with his fist. More hot jets burst out onto her breasts, coating her nipples in stocky hot strands.

Still holding his dick with one hand, Rome pulled her up by the arm with the other. He wasn’t gentle, but it didn’t hurt.

His kiss did.

It was ferocious. More teeth than lips, but then there was his tongue, sweeping into her mouth. Tasting himself on her, licking at her lips like he couldn’t get enough.

“I’m going to turn your ass red while I wreck that tight cunt.” His hand left his cock and started to massage his come into her breasts. “You have beautiful tits, Seren. I’m quite enamored with them, especially when they’re covered with the mark of me.”

“You’re such a Neanderthal.”

“No. I’m a wolf. I’m a man. And you are mine.”

“Then you belong to me too.”

“No arguments there.”

He picked her up and carried her to the one piece of furniture left in the house. The table. He didn’t send things crashing off it with a big sweep of his hand. He turned her around and bent her over the side, perfectly between the two plates and the candles. He did blow them out for safety, the scent of the smoke filling her as she tried to gasp and turn around. She watched him literally tearhis clothes off. He shredded his shirt and it sounded like his jeans were damaged as well as he got them down his legs.

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