Page 66 of Masked Fate

Or maybe the punishment is over, and now I get rewarded?

Straddling his face, my hands on the headboard, he grips my hips and shoves my pussy onto his lips, apparently not caring if he can breathe because he makes sure all of my weight is on him. He licks me with long, wet strokes before circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, just how I like it.

He makes a growling sound, moaning against my pussy. This is a man who loves to eat me out, and it only makes me even wetter.

Males who eat pussy for their own pleasure are a dangerous kind.

But when I’m about to come, he stops, lifting me off him so I’m lying on my back again. “Why did you stop?”

“Get on your knees for me,” he growls, and I do as I’m told while he stands and undresses, revealing that perfectly muscled body and thick, hard cock. My mouth waters. Gripping the base of his cock, I kiss the tip.

“Let me feed you,” he murmurs, sliding his cock against my lips. I open wide for him as he feeds it to me inch by inch.

Him and his obsession with feeding me.

Lucky for him, I’m always hungry.

I was on the edge before he stopped, so I’m dripping wet and desperate for release, which only makes me more enthusiastic as I take as much of him as I can until he hits the back of my throat.

“That’s it, you can take it all,” he praises, running his thumb down the side of my neck. “Breathe through your nose. Just like that. Good-fucking-girl.”

I moan, even though I’m the one pleasuring him, just from his words.

Fuck.

I can’t look away from his hard ab muscles and the way they tighten with each movement of his hips as he starts to fuck my mouth.

I know when his breathing gets rougher, he’s about to come. “You’re doing such a good-fucking- job. That’s my girl.”

His voice is gravelly.

And when he finishes in my mouth, so deeply I can barely taste him, I watch the bliss on his expression and the slight smile playing on his lips.

He grins down at me savagely. “Fuck, your sweet mouth is perfect.”

“Fuck me, please, Sir.” I moan, lying back and spreading my thighs. I’m hoping that calling him ‘Sir’ will be the magic word to get him to let me come.

“Beg for it, little witch,” he rasps, straddling me and bringing his lips to my ear. “Bad girls usually don’t get to come. So, you might have to wait a while longer until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

Oh fates.

Reaching between us, I start to stroke my clit, but he catches my wrists in his hand. “No, you don’t touch yourself. You take whatever you’re given. And right now, after seeing another male’s hands on you, a male who has fucking tasted what’s mine, I’m not in a very giving mood.”

“Please, Sir,” I beg, my body wanting release winning out over my stubbornness. “I won’t let him touch me again. I promise.”

“Hmm,” he grumbles, moving lower to suck on my nipples. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. Shouldn’t I be pissed at him for playing this game with me? For making me work for my orgasm because he’s a possessive asshole who didn’t like seeing Salem touch me?

But for some reason, I’m not.

In fact, I’m fucking loving it.

I’m needy as fuck and want him to finish what he started.

And I know it’s going to be even better when he gives it to me.

I’m in the moment with him, and my body is his to command.

“Spread your thighs.” The order is firm.

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