Page 83 of The Break Out

He works his belt and jeans enough to push them down so he’s able to free his erection that springs up right in front of my open mouth. I can’t help but swipe my tongue up the head, tasting the drop of precum that’s already there for me.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groans, grabbing the base of his shaft and guiding the head into my waiting mouth. “Close your lips and suck.”

I do exactly that, bobbing my head as I do, taking him further into my throat each time to get used to his size yet again. It doesn’t matter how many times I have him or in what way, I don’t think my body will ever be used to his massive dick. Yet, I crave the slight bite of pain every time.

“Your mouth is so fucking good, baby, you suck my cock likeit’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted, and I never want you to fucking stop.”

I don’t ever want to stop either.

I push him further into my throat, trying to tell him without words that I want more. He’s holding my hands up by his chest, and I grip the fabric of his sweatshirt he’s still wearing as some leverage. There’s something even more erotic about this entire interaction with both of us still basically fully clothed.

“You want me to fuck your filthy mouth, Princess? Use you like the whore you are for me?”

I moan around him as I nod because that’s exactly what I want. Use me. Take it all. Take everything.

“Slap my chest twice if it becomes too much, got it?” he says seriously.

I tap my hand once in confirmation. And that’s when he lets his control go.

His hand not holding my wrists fists the hair on the back of my head, shoving me down so I’m forced to take him in further than I have been. I gag around him, but don’t want him to let up.

“Breathe through your nose,” he instructs through gritted teeth.

I do what he says, making my throat relax slightly so I’m able to take more of him. He pulls on my hair so only the tip remains in my mouth, before he pushes me back down again, this time I don’t gag as he fills my throat. I swallow around him, and he lets out a loud groan above me. I can’t help but smile.

He pulls me back slightly before holding my head while his hips thrust forward and all I can do is take it. Just like I’ve been wanting. He continues thrusting his hips forward, pushing himself into my throat while tears well in my eyes, and spit falls all around him and I’ve never felt so used and loving every single second of it.

“You’re turning into such a mess for me, Princess. Such a pretty little mess, but you love it, don’t you? Love being my perfect slut.”

My eyes roll back at his words, my underwear are so drenched from everything that I know there will be no saving them. I want to touch myself, but I also don’t want him to let go of my hands because I like being completely at his mercy like this.

His movements start to become erratic, and I can tell he’s close, I don’t want him to stop, despite my jaw burning and my arms going numb from being upright I never want him to stop. Yet, he pulls himself from my mouth and I make a noise I don’t recognize in protest. Especially when he drops my wrists, my arms feeling like dead weight. I don’t have time to think about that though because he’s holding my mouth open with a thumb on my bottom lip, pulling it down. His other hand pumping his dick roughly until his cum shoots out onto my tattoo.

His moans make me feel even more powerful as his orgasm takes over. It makes me feel like I could come the second he touches me from how turned on I am.

When his pleasure subsides, my mouth is still being held open and I taste him on my tongue. He opens his eyes, looking at me, while I know I really am a mess, the look he gives memakes me feel like the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His thumb runs over my lip where the black ink marks my skin, smearing his cum along it.

“Yeah, now that’s my good girl,” he growls.

Not a good girl.My. Mine.

And how in this moment I wish I really was his.

Instead of dwelling on how that single sentence is making me feel, I shift my legs trying to get some friction between my thighs to help the ache that’s there.

“You need some help? You did so good for me, you want me to touch you?” Colton asks.

I nod with a small whimper.

“Aw, you need me to make you feel good?” he coos, reaching down to lift me up and taking me into his arms. My limbs feel weak as I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks the short distance to my bed, dropping me down onto it.

He doesn’t waste any time shedding his clothes, revealing his toned frame that has my mouth watering all over again. My jaw may be sore, and I’m covered in tears, drool, and cum, yet I want to lick every inch of his toned frame. When his cock is free, I don’t even think it ever fully went down because it already looks hard once again.

“You’re looking at me like you want my dick in your mouth again.” He smirks.

“Maybe I do.” I smile.

“You will, but I need to taste your pussy and make you come at least twice before you get my cock again.”

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