Page 66 of From Wink to Kink

He bangs the back of my throat as I bob my head.

“Yes. Fuck yes. Just like that, baby. Your mouth takes my cock so well. Good girl.”

His praise, given in a strangled voice, floods me with pleasure and arousal. I flick my eyes up and see him staring intently, watching himself slide in and out of my lips.

“Can you handle it rougher?” he whispers and I nod. “I’m going to fuck your throat, baby.”

His hands dig into my scalp as he moves my head. He withdraws before slamming his hips forward and I gag, responding with a greedy sound of consent.

I want this. I love this.

My desire spikes as he pushes forward again, grunting as he face fucks me. I can barely breathe, much less speak, and am at his mercy as he pounds into my face, his balls slapping the bottom of my chin.

And holy shit, I am dripping wet.

“Look at your pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he rasps. “Look at how well you’re sucking me off. My good girl. Play with your tits for me, baby. Show me how much you want me.”

I raise my hands, palming myself and pinching my nipples. I manage a moan, the vibration causing Chuck to curse as his pleasure ratchets up.

With the water flowing over us, he grunts and groans, pulsing in and out of my mouth until he pauses, giving me the chance to seize a much-needed gulp of air. His hands brush mine away as he pushes my breasts together, making a little tunnel for his cock.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Feels good. You like being titty fucked, Ruby? You like having my cock all over you, in you?”

“Mmmm,” I answer, bending my head and licking the tip of his dick as he pushes it up between my breasts. “Like it. Need more.”

“More?” he grunts. “How about I shoot this load down your throat then fuck you again?”

“God, yes. Yes,” I pant. That’s what I want at this moment more than anything.

He pulls my head back, aiming his massive dick at my mouth, and I open, letting him slide down my throat again. He keeps his hands on my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples as he works his hips back and forth.

I feel him swell before he curses and moves his hands to brace against the shower wall. He comes hard, in long bursts, his salty essence sliding down my throat.

“Goddamn,” he mutters. “Goddamn.”

The water begins to turn cool, so he turns it off and helps me to my feet. After drying me and then himself, he leads me to the bedroom and pushes me onto the bed.

“My turn,” he announces. “And you’d better be ready.”

I am more than ready, soaking wet with arousal.

He pulls me to the center of the bed, rises to his knees, and puts my legs over his shoulders. He spreads me open, then leans forward and runs his tongue through my slit.

I gasp at the sensation, bucking my hips. He forces them back down. “Don’t move,” he scolds. “Just take what I give you.”

He lowers his head again, his lips fastening around my clit, which he sucks and flicks. When he bites down gently, I cry out as my first orgasm rolls through me. Before I can fully recover from that, his tongue is probing, licking, and plunging until I am nearly mindless. My legs are jelly, my fingers clutch the sheet, and my eyes are squeezed shut in total bliss.

Then he adds two fingers, pushing them inside and curling them, hitting that secret spot. I come undone again, soaking his hand. “That’s good, baby, so good. Can you come again like that?”

I am panting, trembling, but manage a weak nod. “Good girl,” he tells me. He moves up my body, kissing around mystomach before capturing a nipple in his teeth, biting gently while his fingers knead the other.

I can feel him, hard and throbbing, against my thigh. As he kisses me, he positions himself between my legs, his cock probing my entrance.

With one thrust he’s deep inside, filling me and stretching me. He withdraws a little, pushes forward again, and builds up a rhythm that leaves me gasping for air and screaming his name.

“What, baby? What do you want?”

“You,” I pant. “I want you.”

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