Page 37 of The Break Out

But I’m sure as shit going to enjoy myself eating her like she’s my last meal.

With a single finger, I move the fabric to the side to expose her dripping core to me. I’m salivating as I take in the view. She’s not fighting back anymore. In fact, she wiggles her hips slightly, silently begging me to do something.

And I do. Leaning forward, I latch my mouth onto her and suck her needy clit into my mouth. She cries out, her thighs clamping around my head, trapping me in place. I press against her inner thighs, pushing them open wide and looking up.

“Keep these open, Princess. I don’t want to be interrupted during my meal again.”

She whimpers and I know I have her right where I want her because she’s not fighting back anymore. I slide her panties off so I can have full access to her delicious cunt and then go back to the only place I want to be right now.

It doesn’t take long to figure out what Brynn likes the best. She’s gripping the sheets, moaning and grinding herself against my face, especially when I flick her clit with my tongue. She almost goes off when I suck it into my mouth.

I pull back when I can tell she’s on the brink of her orgasm.

She cries out in frustration, rising up to look at me. “Thought you didn’t want to be interrupted. Why the fuck are you stopping?”

“I told you; only good girls get to come. And I want you begging for it.”

“I will never beg you for anything.”

I nip the inside of her leg and she whimpers. “Naughty Princess, guess you don’t get to come yet.”

I don’t let her retort before I have my mouth on her once again. She falls back onto the bed with a moan. Her fingers find my hair and yank. The bite of pain has me even harder. I’ve wanted to fuck her since before I stepped foot inside her apartment. I’m hard as a rock and wanting to dive into her, but I also don’t want to take my mouth off her.

Doubling my efforts, I bring her to the brink once again before pulling back. She cries out in frustration and it’s sexy as fuck to see her so pissed off.

“Make me come,” she demands.

“Ask nicely.”

“No.”

“Okay.” I go back to having my mouth on her and this time I push a finger inside her tight channel.

My cock is dying to feel her tightness. I’m rutting against the bed to get some relief as I suck her clit into my mouth and finger her, rubbing her inner walls as she cries out.

Finally, she begs.

“Please, make me come,pleasedon’t stop. Oh myGod.”

“Who is going to make you come?” I ask roughly. “Say my fucking name.”

“Agh,you.”She’s so close I can feel it, but I want her to admit who’s doing this to her, who’s making her feel this way. Who the fuck she’s begging to let her come.

“Say my name, Princess, or I stop again.”

“Fuck you.” I go to pull back, but she grips my hair tightly, pulling me against her pussy and refusing to let up. “Colton. Please make me come,please.”

I don’t stop this time and she goes off like a rocket, I feel her tighten around my finger, the pulsing of her orgasm as she cries and writhes against my face.

When I pull back, I wipe her release from my mouth and look down at her, lying on the bed sated, flushed, out of breath, and sexy as fuck.

“That was better. Now, you’re going to beg to come on my cock.”

I stand up and start to unbuckle my pants while Brynn stares up at me with a hazy look from her orgasm, but I can see the lingering hatred for me still simmering below the surface and I know she’s going to get right back to putting up a fight. Which is good because I like it.

She smirks, sitting up onto her elbows, her eyes tracking my hands as I push down my slacks, leaving my boxers on for now.

“More like you’ll have to beg for my pussy,” she sasses.

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