Page 64 of Tower

He chuckled, that lowtsk tsksort of laugh he had. “That’s not how a pretty girl begs.” He tapped her cheek. Replacing her hand with his own, he fisted his shaft and brought the head of his cock right to her lips. “Beg me to fuck your face.”

Oh fuck. Yes, that sounded much better than what she had planned.

“Peter, please, use me—fuck my mouth.” What she thought would humiliate—empowered. She parted her lips and slid her tongue out, willing him to do what he wanted. Because she was his to do as he wished.

“Oh, pretty girl.” He pushed forward, the silky-smooth head ran over her tongue, and, when it hit the back of her throat, she did her best to swallow. When she sputtered, he retreated a bit, but only for a split second before driving right back into her.

She hummed as he gripped her head and thrust into her mouth. He growled, and she made a silent note to thank Aubree for the tip.

The harder he fucked her throat, the easier it became to give over to his power.

“Fuck.” He yanked free, jerking her head back again to look down at her. A string of saliva kept her lips and his cock connected. “I need to be inside you.” He gave a curt nod and reached down. Hooking her under her arms, he hauled her to her feet.

“Peter. Oh.”

He yanked her head to the side, sinking his teeth into her neck and making her all the more pliable.

He cupped her ass, picked her up, and put her on the counter. “You’d better not be wearing any fucking panties.” He was back to using that angry rumble, the one that made her pussy slick for him.

“You never gave me any,” she answered. Asking Aubree for pants or to grab some mascara from the store was one thing, asking for panties was something entirely different.

“And I never will.” His vow held the weight of promised time, time she wasn’t sure they would have.

He pulled down on her neckline and groaned when it wouldn’t budge. “This fucking thing.” With two hands he shredded it from her chest. Finally bare to him, he captured one nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard and licking the already-peaked nub, he was a man starved.

“Peter!” She grabbed his shoulders when he yanked the skirt and pulled her to the edge of the counter.

“Hold on, pretty girl.” He slid her off the counter and impaled her with one quick thrust. In the space of a breath, she was filled with his thick length. Every inch of it. Filling and stretching. Her mind reeled.

He thrust upward, into her while holding her. “Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted.

“Oh god,” she cried out, kissing his neck, biting down on his ear.

“Not yet. Don’t you fucking unravel yet,” he demanded, walking them to the wall and pressing her against it.

He let her lower one foot to the floor but held the other thigh up, hooked around his now-naked hip. Cupping her chin with a free hand, he drew her gaze to his.

“Now, come. Fucking explode on my cock,” he demanded, thrusting into her, grinding against her clit. Just the tone of his voice had her at the edge.

“Oh—fuck, yes, fuck—”

His dark eyes locked with hers. Her back rubbed against the wall with each push of his cock into her, filling her so sweetly. He fucked her harder, giving her a bite with his thrust, spiraling her mind.

“Now, Azalea, now, pretty girl.” He moved his hand from her jaw to her throat. Pinning her there, just enough pressure for her to feel him, to know the power he held. Too much of a squeeze and it would be bad, but the right amount—like he applied—stole her breath—focused her mind on the hard fucking he was giving her.

She couldn’t get enough air to speak.

“There’s my girl—you like this—oh fuck.” He slipped in his own control, but quickly brought his attention back to her. “Be my good girl, my pretty girl. Come for me, Azalea, come hard.

His fingers pressed into her throat a hair more, and it was all her body needed. He eased up as she screamed out with the waves coursing through her body. A heated tingling ran over her skin and her mind blanked. The only cognitive thought being focused on the hard pounding of her orgasm shattering her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He released the pressure, but kept his hand on her throat while he thrust up at her—finding his own release.

Another hard push and then he stilled, his hot breath running over her face, his forehead pressed against her, and his fingers lightly petting her throat.

“Pretty girl,” he whispered. “Such a good girl.”

Slowly, he put her back on both feet, his cock sliding out and soiling her dress in the process. She couldn’t care less. His cum seeping out of her, dripping on her thigh, only cemented his ownership.

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