Page 15 of Little Puppet

When I fist it, she moans, and it vibrates across my dick sinfully.

She picks up her pace, fucking me with her mouth as I lose myself and thrust my hips in time.

“God, where the fuck did you come from?” I growl as she adds her other hand, creating a tightness I can’t fight against much longer.

I’m eager to give her something to eat. Something to swallow.

The idea of part of me inside her makes me moan, fisting her hair tighter as I try to hang on to reality.

Quickly, things change.

Her teeth skim my dick, and pain sears my flesh.

I tug out of her mouth and backhand her across the face. “No fucking teeth.”

As soon as it’s happened, regret wavers in me. It’s not something I’m used to, regret. I sit back a bit, my cock still throbbing, as I let go of her hair and lift her chin so she’s looking at me.

Beautiful tears rush down her face and spit dribbles over her chin.

“I hate reprimanding you, puppet, but you have to do things properly to be rewarded.”

I’m waiting for her response. I’m used to an irrational, wild woman who fights me tooth and fucking nail, so I know I’ve just ruined this amazing moment where I was closer to heaven than I’ve ever been.

“I’m sorry, master. I’ll do better,” she says in a soft voice.

Something inside me purrs at her reply.

Fucking purrs.

I want to curl up in her beauty and worship at her altar all night. But that’s not right.

She should worshipme!

“See that you do,” I reply, turning my tone to something cold and unreadable, even with the war of heat wafting through my body towards her.

I pull back up to my knees, my cock still hard as steel for her as I present it to her.

She slides me right back into her mouth, and the frenzy once again takes me over.

It doesn’t matter what just happened. It doesn’t matter how angry or conflicted I was.

All that matters is her and how she feels locked around my cock, sucking like her life depends on it.

I’m once again thrusting with her, moving with her, this time more lost than I was only moments ago.

“Grace,” I all but whimper when I feel the head of my cock tingle, warning me I’m going to explode at any moment.

She hums on my dick, speeding as if she knows what’s coming.

“Don’t waste a drop of your master’s cum, or you won’t eat, puppet,” I manage, grabbing onto her head on both sides, riding out the orgasm as my cock pulses ropes of cum down her beautiful throat.

When I finally come back around, she’s still lapping at my cock, cleaning every last drop from it.

“Still hungry?” I ask her, my tone softer than I’ve ever let anyone hear before.

She nods, licking her lips.

There’s something in them I can’t quite get a read on, but I don’t care enough to prod and find out what it is.

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