Page 39 of Run

“I can’t kneel to suck your cock if you have ahold of my neck. So the way I see it, is it’s your choice.” She purrs, her nails dragging down my washboard abs again, scratching my skin, adding more red marks.

“I can still choke the fuck out of you though.” I laugh, reaching behind her and ripping the hand towel off the little ring on the wall.

The grin she gives me when I wrap the soft towel around her neck and push her to her knees tells me that no matter how much I think I’m in charge, I’m really not. My little princess likes it rough, so that’s what she’s going to get.

“I’ll show you who’s in charge here.” I growl, tightening the towel, wrapping the ends of it around my hand, covering the demon tattoo across the back of it.

It’s sad he can’t watch as I strangle the breath from her as she lowers her mouth down over my cock, taking it to the back of her throat.

“Oh fuck, princess.” I moan, feeling her tongue pressed up against me as she tries to suck my non-existent soul from the head of my dick.

Her mouth is so hot and wet, searing me with its heat, and my eyes roll back in my head as I close them.

Don’t do anything bad baby. Please not this time.

The world disappears except for the feeling of her lips on my skin, her tongue licking me, and the sloppy noises she make. It’s perfect, the way she slides up and down, letting me bury myself in her throat, then pulling me out and kissing the tip gently, before gobbling me up again.

“Jesus Christ.”

Her hands grab my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh, piercing me in panic as I tighten the towel more, her breath stopping completely.

“Keep going.” I command, using the fabric lasso to direct her back and forth, her body going rigid, her fingers clawing at me. “You can do it.”

“Mmmpphfffhh.” Is all she can manage as I pull tighter and shove myself so deep in her throat I can feel the constriction in it from my stranglehold.

“Such a good fucking girl.” I coo to her, petting her hair, then grabbing it hard and yanking her head back, dropping the towel on the floor at my feet.

She takes a huge, ragged breath, gasping and sputtering, but it’s only one before I shove her head back down and her mouth closes on me again.

“H.” She mumbles around my length, but I ignore it.

I know she can handle it, and I know she craves it. She takes me like such a pro, her hands holding onto my legs, her head bobbing up and down, her throat fucking my cock so deliciously. When she finds her rhythm, moving and breathing between thrusts of me into her, it’s fucking heaven.

My balls want to release everything in them, right down her throat, to coat her esophagus and her belly with my seed, but the aching in my dick, and the fluttering in my chest overrides that wanting. I need to be inside of her, to have my cock buried in that tight, magical cunt.

“Enough.’ I bark out, yanking her mouth off of me with a pull of her hair that’s so hard a few strands rip from her scalp.

She comes up for air, her lips stretched and wrinkly, her chin covered in drool and precum. Her face is wrecked, with the evidence of my intrusions to her mouth, and the tears that flow down her pretty cheeks. She’s fucking stunning as I lift her back up, and lick her face, tasting the saltiness of her little rivulets before I spin her around and flatten her front to the mirror above the vanity.

“Oh God!” She cries out as my hand connects with her ass cheek, slapping her with a loud crack.

“That’s it you dirty whore, take it like I know you want it.” I grunt, slamming her cheek to the glass.

The mirror bends and flexes under the force and her hands grab the edge of the sink, steadying herself when I kick her feet apart and pound up inside of her from behind. The force breaks the glass, making a small spiderweb of a fracture under her face.

“H!” She hollers, her body stiffening, her hands flexing so hard her knuckles turn white.

I can’t stop, I need this, to be so deep inside her that I could fuck her heart, just like how she’s metaphorically fucking mine. The cracks in the glass open more, becoming a larger, gaping hole that scratches her porcelain cheek, making her bleed all over it. It’s transfixing, watching the bright red fluid smear across the shattered reflection of me slamming into her, her face twisted up in fear of the cuts, and me smiling sadistically at her through my raised visor.

I know it has to hurt her, but she still pushes back against me, begging me with her body to keep going. My princess really is as fucked up as I am, and it makes me drill her harder, grunting and panting as I dig through her body with my cock.

“Lily.”

My hands roam up and down her back, settling on her hips, helping her move with me, stroking me inside of her wet cunt just how I need. It’s perfect, the image of her as I watch, her blood coating the mirror, her face twisted up in pleasure and pain, her hands leaving the sink edge to slap up against the glass, trying to push herself away from the sharp edges.

“Oh, no you don’t baby.” I say grabbing her hands and pulling them behind her back, holding her wrists together in oneof my hands, pulling her hair with the other. “I’ll keep you off it, you just take me with all you have.”

The growls coming from her as she tightens around my dick work through me like a broken melody with a rhythm that I match with each thrust of my hips, driving us both closer to the edge. It’s a symphony, her cries of passion and my panting breath, echoing around us in the large bathroom.

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