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I rub the tip on her lips and I almost collapse as she licks me.

“Fuck…” I run a hand over her hair. The roots from this angle show dark, like coffee, and she looks up at me.

“Fucking suck it, Jessie.”

“Make me.”

“You’re all tied up, baby, so open wide like a good girl. Or else.”

She licks me again, this time under the end of my cock, and it’s so sensitive, I almost come. I grip my cock, pump it in her face, pushing against her lips.

“Or else what?” she murmurs.

Excitement sparks paths of fire through me, and I keep the slow pump going. She wants me, I can feel it. The need and raw sexuality make the air thick, and it’s filled with anticipation. She wants it and she hates it all at once.

It’s like pure distilled desire, that push and pull in her, and I want to have her on a precipice. I want her unable to stop, the humiliation studded with heat and want. I’m not violent, not in that way. I think about whipping out my phone, videoing her giving head, but there’s something on the wrong side of degradation with that.

Maybe it’s to do with what Nikolai told me about her life, the hidden stuff she won’t thank me for knowing, the stuff only he could dig up, because that’s how buried she has it.

So, instead, I pull her hair, angling her head to the prime position for a face fuck, and use words.

“Or I’ll invite all my buddies over, the real fuck boys who love to brag and run trains. Not the college fucks, but the low lifes in high places, the ones in Nikolai’s world.

“We can have fun, abuse all your holes and make it so fucking good, you’ll beg for more.”

“Or how about I force you to fuck a dude, while I peg your ass?” Her eyes glitter.

“Maybe, but it’s not my style. I think you want my fist in your cunt.”

“Your hands are tiny. Bring it on.”

“Do you want me to clamp your nipples on your big tits and then your clit? I can lead you around that way? Maybe tug on them while you service me, and the guys run a train on your hot little ass?”

“Or I can pierce your cock, and lead you by that.”

My cock aches and we’re both being idiots, trying to one up the other with outrageous things. I don’t know any of these fuck boys. I made them up and I’m not about to share her.

And she’s not having my ass.

“Fucking suck me.” I pause. “I know you’re going to be amazing at it.”

Her eyes narrow.

“You are perfect, Jessie. Just fucking perfect. So wrap those glorious lips around my cock. Please.”

Something snaps in her, I see it, and she opens her mouth and sucks me in, right to the back of her throat.

Jess impales herself on me, it’s the only way I can put it. Her mouth is hot and so fucking wet, and the back of her throat is like a gift from the fucking gods. She hums, and the vibrations race along my dick to my balls, and through me, and my knees actually buckle.

Does she even have a gag reflex? Because I’m deep; I’m so fucking deep my balls are on her chin. Her lips are stretched tight, and she looks at me, tears and a glimmering need there, like she wants to drink in my pleasure, the weakness it brings.

Jess is divine.

On her knees, hands tied behind her back, a chain in my hand attached to a collar and fuck if she’s not somehow in charge.

I want that. I need it. She starts to move. There isn’t much room in that soft wet cavern of her mouth, but her tongue slips and shimmies over me, her teeth scrape, and my eyes want to roll back in my head.

It’s only the need to see her that stops me.

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