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“You did?”

It’s a lie, but it’ll do. The actual schematics don’t matter, and I try to ignore how my mouth waters.

“Yes,” I say.

He pushes his cock into my mouth and I’m ashamed that I gobble it down, licking and sucking as I go, trying that spot. He shudders, his cock pulsating, his hand gripping my hair hard.

Sensitive then.

I want to suck him off, have him make me swallow every drop of his jizz. I want—

Rush pulls free and goes back to working his now wet cock.

“I’m an old hand with trouble,” he mutters thickly. “Tell me about it.”

Christ, why can’t I look away from his beautiful dick? “Not your fight.”

“It could be if you let it.”

“There’s no fight,” I whisper.

“Liar. The truth helps you, pretty Jess.”

He shoves his cock back into my mouth, stretching me and pushing down the back of my throat. Rush groans and my pussy throbs, even as my head grows light. He hammers in, small, short bursts that don’t let me breathe, that make me want to come.

Then he pulls out and I’m drooling, It’s dripping down my face and I can’t clean it. When I try to raise my hands to do so he just gives me a dead-eyed stare and I drop my hands.

I gulp in huge lungfuls of air.

“What trouble?”

My head spins. I can’t… “What?”

“You said you got him in trouble, Jess. What trouble?”

“I told you.”

He drags me up and pulls my T-shirt over my head to wrap it about my tied hands, and my heart beats hard with need. He then flicks open my bra and pulls that down, too.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says, coming in and biting and pulling on my nipples, the sharp stings of pain so good, so full of pleasure my knees tremble. “Pity you’re such a liar.”

“I’m not.”

He hooks his thumbs in my leggings and pulls them down, taking my underwear with them. “I’m going to get you the nastiest lingerie imaginable, and the prettiest, too. I’m a man of many tastes, all of them good, but diverse. Maybe I’ll have depraved sex with you, fuck you hard while making you eat out a girl. I’ll pick her—”

“Like hell you will. Touch that girl and I’ll kill you.”

“Okay, you can pick her. I’ll fuck you both.” He kisses me hard, tongue pushing into my mouth to fight with mine and I kiss him back harder, wanting to hurt him over a hypothetical, but too caught in the deliciousness of his mouth, too lost in the pleasure to do so.

“Ass.”

“I’ll do that in pretty pale peach panties, treat you like a whore while you look like a princess. And when I have you in the latex crotchless panties? Treat you like the delicate creature you are inside.”

“You’re sick in the head.”

“Yeah, but you want both, don’t you? And you haven’t even thought about dominating me once.”

“You’re pathetic.”

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