Page 118 of Unwrapping Deviance

Her lips pinch, but she shuffles over and I take her waist in both hands.

“If you don’t behave, you won’t get your surprise later.”

Her big eyes lift to mine and I can see the interest. “What surprise?”

I shrug. “Won’t be a surprise if I tell you, will it?”

I don’t miss her curiosity, but she continues to frown down at my lap.

“What?”

She huffs. “I don’t understand why I can’t finish sucking you. It’s not fair I get punished twice.”

I stare at her, trying to process her words. “Is that why you’re being a brat? Because I stopped you from sucking my cock?”

Her sweet face morphs into one of agitation. “I was in the middle of it and you just stopped everything. And I’m not being a brat. It’s rude.”

I shouldn’t. She looks so small and angry, like a ruffled kitten. But the laugh escapes me before I can stop it.

“Daniel!” But I can see the tiny grin she’s doing a terrible job hiding.

“Oh, my sweet, fucking toy,” I close my fingers tight around her delicate jaw. “You want to be on your knees for me?”

“Yes,” she gasps around her pained wince.

“Then get on your fucking knees.”

My little doll drops right there, face lit with eager excitement as I rise over her. My thumbs hook into the towel and I drag it off. It’s tossed unceremoniously on the mattress.

She catches the weight of my cock in her hands and it’s immediately brought to her mouth like I’ve been starving her. Her plump lips form a tight ring that hollows her cheeks and she moans deep and hungry.

“Like that?” I twist my fingers into her damp locks. “Like Daddy’s cock in your throat?”

Her eyes open and meet mine. Her answer is a long, seductive drag of her tongue up the underside of my dick. She circles the head.

Maybe it’s the way she’s daring me with her eyes or just the way she’s eating my meat like it’s her last, but I may have lost it. I may have gone a little crazy. I have no memory of grabbing her head between my palms and dragging her over to the side of the bed until she’s sprawled on her ass on the floor. Her legs unspool on either side of me as I pin her against the mattress, give her no space to move, to breathe.

I fucking own her.

She’s my perfect doll.

I fist the edges of the mattress on either side of her head and slam my hips into her pretty mouth.

She’s struggling. The front of her top is soaked with the ropes of saliva dribbling down her chin. Her eyes are watering and streaking down her red cheeks.

But it’s her whines. Her desperate little whimpers as I give her what she wants. It’s her nails cutting into the backs of my thighs, pulling me deeper, the way she never looks away from me.

I cum down her throat. I drown her. She coughs and sputters and I push deeper until she’s massaging my head with every swallow.

Only when the last shudder has passed do I pull back. A thread of cum follows me from her tongue.

I’m panting. Sweat soaks the hairs at my temples. It glints across my chest, but all I see is Mira.

My perfect, beautiful Mira with bruised lips and a face ravaged by tears, snot and cum. She’s a fucking mess. The only thing that would have made the moment even better is if her pussy and ass were leaking puddles of cum beneath her.

“Fucking love you, Mira,” I growl, stooping to peer into her watery eyes. “You’re perfect.”

She smiles up at me and I touch her flushed cheek. Wipe her tears. Lean in and kiss her sticky mouth.

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