Page 112 of Wicked Sins

Candy

How the fuck did I let this happen again? I came in here to talk, and now I’m on my knees in front of Joah, about to suck his dick.

And that’s not all I’m about to do.

My insides are quivering. Every time I tense, wetness builds inside me. It’s threatening to spill out again, and this time he won’t be there to stop it.

I’m fucked in the head.

An utter deviant.

Don’t I have any morals?

He slaps me again, same place, and I sigh instead of screaming at him to stop. Just like I let him push me onto the bed.

Joah moves my head closer. I can smell myself on the end of his cock, and he’s seeping from the slit in his crown too. With one hand in my hair, he wraps the fingers of his other around his cock and starts pumping it an inch from my face.

I look up at him, not sure what he wants.

His face contorts the moment we lock eyes, and for a second, I think he’s about to come. But then he licks his lips and murmurs, “Open.”

For some reason, as much as I want to, I can’t obey his command.

I want him to hurt me. To fuck me. To make me beg for his mercy. And for the life of me, I don’t know why.

“Open,” Joah says through his teeth.

When I don’t obey, he wrenches me closer until my lips bump against his dick.

In a flash, he has my face cupped in his hand. He sinks his thumb and forefinger into my jaw, forcing my teeth open. Parting my lips whether I want them open or not. I struggle, but he twists the hand in my hair.

Pain shoots through my scalp. I freeze, whimpering, and stare up at him.

He eases the tip of his dick between my lips.

Tangy, salty, sticky, warm, hard silk.

He slides over my tongue and wedges in the back of my throat. I gag, and push at his hips.

He hisses, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly draws out and then sinks in again.

I’ve never seen such unadulterated lust on someone’s face.

Or have I?

My heart flutters, my stomach tightens. I squeeze my pelvic floor muscles, and shudder when wetness oozes out of me and trails down my inner thigh.

I relax my jaw, but if Joah notices, he decides not to relinquish the grip on my face. He keeps his hand there, pushing open my jaw so I can take more of him into my mouth.

Wider.

Deeper.

And then harder.

His breath huffs out, sounding pained as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag, and almost puke. My eyes tear up, and I taste that salt in my mouth a moment later.

He fucks my mouth, groaning. I don’t know what to expect, but the stream of hot, bitter liquid that suddenly fills my mouth I could never have prepared for.

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