Page 71 of Unwrapping Deviance

I let my knees hit the carpet with eager anticipation. He tears off his top and pitches it down on the bed. My gaze drops from his to the hands he’s working around the fastens of his jeans, but one snaps away to close around my jaw. It’s wrenched up almost painfully.

“Eyes up. I want to watch you gag on my cock.”

The hand vanishes when I obey. It returns to the task of unleashing the cock I’ve felt more than once through clothes but never actually seen.

“Can I see it?”

Eyebrows furrow. “Open,” is my answer.

I do.

I give him a hole and he fills it with a thick slab of meat that I practically need to unhinge my jaw to take. It slides across my tongue, salty and warm.

I haven’t sucked a dick in so long I forget to relax my throat muscles. The drive of his head hitting the back has tears springing to my eyes. I gag and choke and throw up my hands to catch his hips. Not to stop him, but steady myself when he draws back.

I see the flicker of uncertainty on his face, but I sink my nails into his skin to keep him from pulling away and shake my head.

“Don’t stop,” I rasp. “I can take it. Use me.”

That feral animal returns with the baring of his teeth. His hand twists in my hair and he slams me over him. His hips meet every assault, and I have to remember to breathe through my nose, to relax my jaw, to not throw up every time he hits my gag reflex. Hot tears wash down my face. They mix with the ropes of saliva raining from my chin. And snot. It’s the worst part. But it doesn’t seem to be bothering him as he takes what he wants from me and I thrill in being that for him.

I rake my nails up the tense muscles of his inner thighs all the way up to his balls. Daniel’s gruff groan tugs an inner grin I’m sure he can see in my eyes right before I cup him. I give him a squeeze.

“Fuck! Mira!”

His snarl bubbles up my spine, froths in my belly. I practically bounce with delight as I add a gentle pull with the next flex.

He’s no longer slamming into me, but standing rigid and panting as I slice up the underside of his dick with the flat of my tongue to the tip.

I latch onto the fat head and pull, hollowing my cheeks while flicking the hole with the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop.”

Without his vicious thrusting, I pull him to the back of my throat and swallow, massaging his head while fisting his balls. I give a tug in time to my pumps.

Daniel moans. A visceral growl of pleasure that flares his nostrils and seizes the pit of my stomach. His fingers tighten in my hair and electric currents shoot down my spine.

“God, you look so fucking perfect with my cock in your pretty mouth. You’re going to do this every morning before I pick a hole to empty my cum into. Shit! You little, fucking tease.”

I smirk up at him. The teeth I’d dragged up his beautiful cock nips at the tip and his jaw tightens. His lips pinch. It’s all the warning I get when he’s hammering into my throat again. Hard, vicious. The momentum is something I’m going to need to work on. Kalen was a passive lover. I usually did all the work no matter the position. It taught me a lot, but it’s nice feeling someone just take me with reckless desire because I’ve driven them to it.

My reward for teasing him is the full weight of his cock hitting the back of my throat and drowning me with a flood of hot semen. There’s no warning and I have no choice but to swallow around the pulsing appendage still wedged between my teeth. He watches me struggle with a sinister grin that makes my toes curl.

I clean him. I lick the still semi hard cock twitching across my tongue. I circle the head and press a kiss that elicits a groan from the man watching me with bared teeth.

Daniel’s breathing hard when he pulls free. His chest rises and falls rapidly, matching the erratic flares of his nostrils. His eyes are dark pits staring down at me still kneeling at his feet, his cum on my tongue. My face no doubt a blotchy, sloppy mess.

But the way he’s painting my face with every reverent stroke of his eyes, I may as well have been the most beautiful creature to cross his path.

“Did I do good?” I pant, wiping my chin and face with the back of my hands.

A gentle smile morphs Daniel’s face as he bends to kneel in front of me. He touches my cheek. Lightly wipes my lips with his thumb. He tips my chin.

“You were perfect, baby girl. You did so good.”

Pleased, I smile up at him and earn a return grin from him that he brings in to press into my mouth. The kiss is sweet and tender, and he seems unbothered by the fact that his cum is still on my tongue when he demands entrance.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, hand stroking my hair. “I knew you would be. I knew you would be fucking addictive. The things I want to teach you ... I’m getting hard all over again just thinking about it.”

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