Page 73 of The Southern Submission

I groan when she closes her lips around me, her cheeks hollowing, sucking the best she can. I’m too big for her to take all the way into her mouth, but it feels fucking amazing all the same. I take her hair in my fist again and she steadies herself against my thighs. I use her hair to pull her off me and push her back down.

“That’s my good girl. I love seeing you on your knees. You’re taking me so well like the perfect cumslut you are,” I praise. She hums and sucks me harder. “You like when I use your holes, don’t you, Princess? You want to be my fucktoy and choke on my cum.” Her fingers tighten against my thighs as she moans, her eyes going unfocused in delirious pleasure.

This Ainsley is so different from the standoffish woman I met in a café a few months ago. Instead of doing everything in her power to keep me out, she’s allowed me in and willingly partnered with me in this. She’s compliant, letting me fuck her face slowly as she keeps her eyes trained on me, but I know thatlook. She needs to come. She’s squirming, looking for friction against her heels to ease her need.

“Touch yourself, my pretty girl. Make yourself feel good while I use my favorite toy.”

She drops one of her hands from my thighs to her pussy, her fingers sliding through her arousal and back to circle her clit. The lewd, wet noises coming from her cunt and mouth as I fuck it make me feral. I pump harder, holding her head steady, reaching her limits in how much she can take with each thrust. Her eyes water and drool drips down her chin, dropping onto her tits with each rock of my hips, but she doesn’t pull away or complain. Fuck, seeing her dripping like this turns me primal. I fuck her face faster and she moans around me, her eyes closing in pleasure, hips rocking into her hand as she continues to work herself.

“That’s it, baby, come with me and don’t swallow,” I growl, my release building at the base of my spine, my balls tightening and ready to explode into her perfect mouth with the slightest push.

She blinks, a hazy look in her eyes as she hums, mixing with the wet sounds of my cock in her mouth becoming more beautiful than ever. She cries out around me, the sound muffled as I thrust harder, pulling out enough to watch as hot ropes of cum shoot onto her tongue and chin while she rides her fingers through her own release. Like the good girl she is, she doesn’t swallow, just moans around her mouthful of cum.

“Show me,” I command when her orgasm fades. She looks up at me and opens her mouth, displaying how beautiful she looks holding my cum.

I drop to my knees and kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue, loving that she’s mine in this way. She swallows as I lick the cum off her chin before thrusting my tongue back into hermouth so she can suck it off. I want her to have every bit of me. To smell like me, taste like me, and be full of me.

“Holy shit,” she pants, looking at me. “You really just did that.”

“We’re not done yet. That was just the appetizer. You need to get out of your head and process your feelings from today.”

“I was processing. That’s what peach margaritas andPride and Prejudiceare for,” she sasses. “I’ve felt enough today.”

I pull her up off her knees and move her to the bed before walking into the closet to my toy drawer. I find what I’m looking for and return. Her eyes grow wide and she opens her mouth.

“That’s right, my personal Fleshlight, I’m going to put this plug in your tight little ass while you take your spanking.”

“It has a…pink jewel on the end. What am I, a treasure troll?”

I smile. “I have all sorts of butt plugs, but this one is pretty like my favorite fucktoy and will prep you to take me in that gorgeous ass I have to fill with cum. You’re my favorite set of holes and I need to use them all tonight.”

She shivers and looks up at me with hazy eyes, her brain buffering from the new degrading endearment.

“On your hands and knees, Princess,” I command.

She turns over, presenting me with her stunning ass. I approach and run my palm over the tempting curves. She arches under my touch.

“Have you worn a plug before?”

She shakes her head.

“Have you had anal?”

She tentatively nods, but her face is less enthusiastic.

“Not your favorite experience, I take it? Tell me why.”

She glances over her shoulder at me as I continue to caress her cheeks.

“It didn’t feel great. It was kind of a surprise and it hurt.”

“A surprise? Someone fucked your ass without asking or doing any prep? Let me guess, it was that fuckwad, Archer.”

She averts her gaze and nods. Red washes over my vision and I wish I’d shoved my foot up Archer’s ass along with breaking his fingers. He should know what it feels like to uncomfortably take something when you’re not ready and how that fucks with your brain. I’m close to leaving the room to call Rex to put in one last request, but Ainsley’s comfort is more important than righting this wrong. Archer will get what he deserves soon enough.

I tug her back into my lap, pulling her tight against my chest. I bury my face in her hair and breathe deeply to center myself in her sweet vanilla scent. It calms me when I want to fly into an uncharacteristic rage. Having her to take care of, as mine, has unlocked a part of me I wasn’t aware of. It turns out I’m possessive, protective, a little jealous, and will go to any lengths to ensure she’s safe, wants for nothing, and all her enemies are dealt with at my hand. Right now, she needs reassurance, not me flying off into a crazy rage.

“We don’t have to do this. We’ll only do things you’re comfortable with. Your limits will always lead our play, Princess.”

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