Page 52 of The Southern Submission

“Payton!”

Hearing her cry out my name is the most amazing thing. Her fingers pull at my hair and grip my arm where it rests against her stomach. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers over and over as the orgasm crests, and I coax her through it, drawing out each contraction of her body and eliciting moans of pleasure long after her initial release. Her limbs release me, falling to the bed as she finally settles, her body going limp and relaxed under me. I cover her pussy lips with kisses as I gently pull my fingers out of her gold medal pussy and suck them clean, relishing the taste of her.

Holy shit. If that’s what it feels like when she comes on my fingers, squeezing the life out of them, I’m going to lose my fucking mind when I bury my cock in her tight cunt and she comes apart around me. Fuck, I get to feelthatbare. I push up on my elbows and lean over her, seeing her looking sated, with a sleepy smile on her face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you let go, Princess. I think you’ll look even better with my cock buried inside that tight pussy. Do you think you’ve earned it yet?”

Twenty-seven

Ainsley

I’m ready for Payton to deliver on all his filthy promises. That was the first time a man has made me come from going down on me, already a huge win in my book. What he did with his mouth and fingers should be illegal because I’d do literally anything to feel that again. If what he just did were a drug, I’d be addicted after that one hit.

I’ve never come so hard, by myself or with a partner, and it was with his mouth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy. I normally get too up in my head about having someone down there, wondering if they actually like it or if they’re just going through the motions. Archer once said my pussy lips look weird and compared them to lunch meat, and I wonder if I taste funny because he didn't like it, so it didn't happen often. Every time we tried it, I was thinking about anything but getting off, so it just never happened and we both ended up frustrated until I'd fake it or we moved on. But Payton pushed every thought out of my head with his enthusiastic praise and how he devoured me. All I could do wasfeelhim and what he did to my body until he told me to let go and I was free-falling. He’s right. He’ll replace every other partner because he’s that much better than anyone I’ve had.

“I think you’ll look even better with my cock buried inside that tight pussy. Do you think you’ve earned it yet?”

I tip my head back and my whole body shudders in need.

“Yes, oh God, I want you.”

I lift my head and meet his eyes, my hands reaching for his face and pulling him toward me. He’s still half-dressed and covers me with a barrier between us when I want him naked. I make a frustrated noise as I look down at his shorts.

“My cockwhore doesn’t like being denied.” He chuckles, thoroughly amused. He brushes hair out of my face as he holds himself above me on one forearm and traces my lips with his thumb. “I want to hear how pretty you beg for my cock, Princess. Put this smart mouth to work.” He nips at my lips.

What the actual hell? I already told him I need him. He knows I want him to fuck me. We’re on the same page. Why does he need me to beg? But his damn deep voice is commanding and the way he’s looking at me makes me want to do exactly what he asks, which overpowers the part of me that wants to rebel out of spite and tenacity.

I blink, my lip pouting and his eyes track the movement. I wrap a leg around his hips and pull him flush against me, shorts and all. I trace my finger across his lips and roll my body against his.

“I want your cock so bad, Daddy. I’ve been dyingto see it, to taste it, to feel it, to have you buried inside me since the day I met you.”

My voice is needy, husky with the heaviness of my desire for him. I reach for his face and pull him down until I can rub my cheek against his and luxuriate in the feel of his afternoon stubble rasping against my skin. I pull back enough to meet his stunning blue eyes, seeing the heat and need that mirrors mine.

“I’ve dreamed about your cock and the dirty things you’d do to me, and now I want you to make my dreams a reality. Please fuck me. Pretty please, Payton.” I make sure he knows I wanthim, all of him, whether it’s a Dom, a Daddy, or the man who makes my coffee just right. I know they’re the same person, anyway.

“Such a good girl.” His voice breaks as he captures my mouth with his and kisses me deeply. He pulls away, still staring at my face with that pleased expression as I pout again. He backs away, standing to remove his shorts with a grin like he knows I can't take my eyes off him.

I push up on my elbows to watch, eager to finally see what this man has been teasing me with. He pushes his shorts over his hips, his boxer briefs straining to contain the hard length of him. When he pulls the waistband of his underwear away and his cock springs out, I make an audible whimper because good God, he’s huge and hard as he grips the base and strokes up his shaft to the crown while I watch. And holy shit. He’s…pierced. A column of silver barbells runs the length of the underside of his shaft, probably six in all.He’s ribbed for my pleasure.It's so fucking unexpected from the billionaire businessman who wears suits and is a total tech nerd. But he does have a dark side and is familiar with the pleasure of pain, so it shouldn't surprise me that much. Iwant him even more now. I moan in longing, needing to feel the metal-studded cock for myself.

“My needy girl wants this cock. Crawl for me, Princess, and I’ll let you have a taste.”

I’m on my knees and crawling to him, my eyes riveted on his hand and the way he strokes himself over the metal. Dicks don’t usually garner titles like beautiful or make my mouth water, but Payton has a work of art between his legs, complete with jewelry. I want to touch it, taste it, and learn every ridge and vein. It’s calling me like a damn siren and I’d crawl over glass for it.

“My greedy little cockwhore. Show me how good you can take me. Open your beautiful mouth. I want to see you choke on my fat cock.” He taps my cheek with the head of his dick and I smile from my knees, thrilled at that filthy promise like the twisted woman I am. “Get it wet and messy, Princess. I want to see you drooling around me like the fucking animal you are.”

I moan and let Payton guide me as I settle in front of him. My hand replaces his and his fingers thread into my hair, gripping hard to control my movements. I smooth the moisture at his tip over the broad head with my thumb on my next stroke while licking my lips and he makes a feral sound of pleasure. I look up at him as I slide his cock slowly past my lips, realizing how impossible it’ll be to take much of him given his length, but I can do what he wants. I’ll make a mess of us both.

His eyes are blue fire as he watches me work his cock in and out of my mouth, drool pooling and leaking from my lips as I swirl my tongue around his length and feel the unfamiliar bumps of his piercings stroke across my tongue. His hips buck as his fingers clench against my scalp on each harsh thrust and I relish the pricks of pain that radiate into a warmth of pleasure that skates down my spine. I grip his thigh and hollow mycheeks, breathing through my nose to take him deeper as he pistons into my face. He groans as I stroke and twist my hand up from his base to meet my lips, slipping on the drool that’s coating my hand now. He takes his fill of my mouth while I take my fill of him, loving the salty taste of his precum as I lick and work him deeper down my throat on every stroke until I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. He pulls back on my hair sharply just as I reach my limits, gagging and choking on him just like he said I would.

“Your mouth is too good, Princess. You only get a taste. You can have a mouthful of my cum another time. I want to be fucking your pussy the first time I come in you.” His voice is strained, the words harsh as he fights the urge to keep fucking my mouth instead.

I let his cock pop out of my mouth, a string of drool connecting us, and lick the tip, making it jump. I wipe my mouth delicately, wanting more, though he keeps me just out of reach with his hand fisted in my hair. “Promises, promises,” I tease.

He laughs and bends down, lifting me into his arms and falling onto the bed with me as he peppers my face with kisses. “I want to fuck this tight little pussy. You want this cock?” he asks, teasing my entrance with the head as he thrusts against me, hitting my clit and sending shivers dancing across my skin as those magical piercings provide extra stimulation.

“Yes.” I gasp, moving with him.

I lift my leg over his hip and angle my body to catch his next thrust. He fists his cock and drags it to my opening, pushing in slowly. The exquisite fullness has my head dropping back, a moan leaving me. I can feel every delicious inch of him as he works his cock in, my body is so ready for him but I still need him pulling out and thrusting back in to take him all the way.

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