Page 33 of The Hand that Frays

“You want some of what your husband offers?” he teases.

I nod, licking my lips as my mouth waters at the thought of his musky flavor rolling over my tastebuds.

“Your words!” he snarls down at me.

“I do. I want to taste your cum on my tongue. I want to suck you until it’s leaking down my throat because my mouth is so full,” I whisper raggedly.

He groans, stroking himself harder.

I lean forward, and he shakes his head. “Ah, ah, ah. Did I say that you could have my cock, stupid girl?”

“No, sir,” I whimper, knowing he wants to hear me admit my wrongdoing.

“No, I didn’t. You know why?”

His hand gets faster over his cock, tugging harder, working it over like he’s going to fuck himself instead of letting me have a drop of his sinful cum.

“Why?” I whisper, watching the show he’s giving me.

“Because you haven’t asked.”

“May I have…” I start, and he growls, backing away from me.

He backs to another tree across a beaten path where people have worn down the scrub.

His cock bobs free as he grabs it once more, furiously tugging as his hips jut forward. “Beg. Fucking beg for this cock!”

“Please, Neo. I want your cock to fill my mouth so bad I can’t think. Please, let me suck you. Fill my mouth with your cum.”

Even through the darkness veiling us, the shine of the arousal in his eyes is bright.

“Crawl to me.”

He hasn’t stopped jacking himself, and I’m worried that he’s saving none of it for me, so I get on all fours, the cold of the ground seeping through me and giving me a rope to stay rooted in reality with.

He moans, and I crawl faster.

When I’m at his feet once more, he wastes no time fisting his hand in my hair and bending his knees to shove his cock in my mouth.

The head of him slams into the back of my throat, and I gag almost instantly.

The sound fuels him, and he batters the reflex repeatedlyto hear me gagging on him like he’s the conductor and my throat is his orchestra.

“Good fucking girl. You take my cock so fucking good down your throat.”

His praise bathes me in a warm blanket of love that tingles through my veins. I slip him past my gag reflex, letting my throat constrict over him in wavering muscles, twitching as he hisses.

“Always my perfect little slut,” he moans.

I whimper against him, overwhelmed by the arousal coursing through my body.

“You’re going to make your husband come so hard that you might drown. Are you ready?” he asks, his voice frantic as he feels his orgasm building.

I moan in answer to him, knowing my throat vibrates at the tip of him where he’s still sliding deeply down the space as my muscles try like hell to evict him.

“Fuck, stupid girl, here it comes.”

I look up at him, catching the moment he lets go of the facade of the Butcher and becomes the Neo I know and love.

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