Page 81 of Seeds of Malice

She can barely focus on anything. Her glassy eyes roll at times, dripping with tears, and the muffled whimpering sounds keep getting louder.

And it's time for that to end. I release her clit and tug the cloth out of her mouth.

"Tell me you're my slut," I order.

"I-I..."

"I want to hear it," I say, tugging her hips harder against me.

"Dax!" she screams, so loud I'm sure the entire town hears her. Her body explodes into another long convulsion.

"Fuck! You fucking little cunt whore!" I bellow. I pull out of her, slide my finger into her pussy, then remove it. I thrust back into her hard.

"Dax!" she cries out.

I push my fingers into her mouth, ordering, "Suck like you're sucking my cock."

She obeys, driving me closer to my final high.

"Look at yourself," I demand.

She glances in the mirror.

"Fuck. Baby girl. You love the taste of yourself, don't you?" I say to embarrass her further.

She glances at me and continues shaking and sucking.

I pull my fingers out. "Admit you love tasting yourself after I've been inside you."

"I do," she breathes.

I move my hand to her ass.

She breathes harder through her nose.

"Dirty whores like to come. Do you like to come, my dirty little whore?" I question, inching past her forbidden zone but just barely.

Her mouth forms an O, and her eyes widen.

"You'd better nod, baby girl, or I'm not going to give you anymore orgasms," I threaten.

She obeys.

"Tell me you're my dirty slut," I roar, pushing deeper.

Her eyes roll again, and she cries out, her body giving out, forcing me to have to hold her up with my forearm.

"Tell me!"

"I-I'm your dirty slut," she chokes.

"Louder!"

"I'm your dirty slut!"

Fuck I'm going to come.

I pull out, slide my other hand around her neck, tug her up, then spin her around. I press her back to the glass.

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