Page 17 of CurVy Baby

My head nods on instinct, and he fists the back of my hair harder to stop me from moving, my scalp pinching, a little pain rushing across my skin.

I watch through a blur of tears that I cannot control as he takes my mouth relentlessly. Bucking his hips. Muscular thighs bracket my head as he stretches my throat with each inward drive.

“Did my brother fuck this hole?” he purrs, and my eyes roll when he reaches back to slap my pussy again. Once. “What about this one?” Before bringing both his hands to either side of my face and palming my cheeks carelessly. “Look at this wet, warm fuck-hole taking my big, angry cock.”

The heat in his eyes, the desire, the carnal need, but also a kind of anger, hatred, and depravity stir together inside me. I moan around his erection and squirm. I can’t help it. My pussy is throbbing. It is so uncomfortable. So, I suck. I suck him so hard; he starts to shudder and hiss.

“Suck me dry then, my pretty whore.”

I prepare myself to swallow as his cock fills my throat, pulsing, and he lets out a long growl. He is so deep; the hot spurts flood my mouth and pour out between my stretched lips.

I focus on my breathing and swallow what I can.

He squeezes my cheeks. “Whores swallow it all. Drink it in like nothing tastes better. My hot cum is all for you, Vallie. I don’t share it. Not with anyone.”

When he draws his cock out, I am able to swallow better. He rubs the hot, wet crown along my face, smearing more of his cum over my cheeks and lips.

“Unlike you.” His voice is depthless.

I frown at him. “Fuck you.”

He smirks. “Fuck me?” He laughs, but it’s dark and dangerous. “Oh, no. That is not what is happening here, Pup.”

He climbs from me without much consideration.

I pant ahead, wriggling my arse, creating a ruffle of sheets around me.

“What are you going to do?” The words come out more nervous than I want. Terror zaps me, concern fills me, and I suddenly need to get free. I fight with the ties at my wrists. “Let me go! I am not doing this if you’re jealous. We can just talk about it. You know how I feel about you, Donnie Vaughn!”

He grins, a cocky smile that curls around me, that ignores my pleas.

“I’m so fucking thirsty right now,” he declares, diving between my thighs.

He sucks me into his mouth, and my back arches against a scream I cannot withhold. Flailing around as he feasts on me, my legs jiggle by his face, unable to close or move much at all. The resistance of his pressure and dominance fatigues my muscles. I feel them burn as I fight.

“God,please.” I don’t know what I want.

Feeding both big, warm palms under my arse, he eats at me. Dips his tongue between my lips, swirls it around, but it doesn’t help the pressure. And he ignores my clit on purpose.

Bastard. Arsehole.

I buck,angry.

He groans and chuckles. “Taste so damn good, Pup. You squirt for my brother. Can I make the pup squirt?”

God, he’s jealous today.

He latches onto my clit, and a blanket of pleasure rolls from my toes to my eyes, where stars burst, dart around, and confuse me.

Maybe it is the ties at my wrists or the cruel detachment, but I might actually squirt for Donnie… If I let go—Oh. Feels so good. There. There?—

No! I promised Tyler it was for him. That no one else will make me squirt, but oh,my God.His tongue is relentlessly flicking, dead set on winning, on domination.

A buzz of sensation assaults me.

I cry out long and hard, writhing helplessly, coming violently, wetness gushing from inside me, soaking the sheets, while a tongue eagerly laps it up.

I hear deep groans of enjoyment coming from between my legs. I try to cup my forehead on instinct but hit the resistance of the ties.

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