Page 21 of Eden's Deliverance

Without any extra warning, I slowly slide my cock through her red lips. Her tongue is so wet, her mouth a reservoir of her own drool and my spit. I haven’t even made it inside an inch, but I already feel like I might blow my load just from watching her take it like this.

“Fuck, you’re such a sweet little thing. Can you take more, darling?” I ask.

I don’t actually care—this thing is making it to the back of her throat whether she chokes or not. I just know she won’t panic as much if she thinks she holds a little power.

I wait for the inevitable nod of approval before feeding her more, slotting the shaft right along her tongue as it slides further and further back. A groan I don’t mean to let out escapes through my own lips.

I could have ruined the whole thing earlier when I almost let her name slip. Luckily, I caught it before she could register what I said, but this girl is doing something to me. My brain feels like fucking mush when it’s just her and I.

Not so secretly, I was excited to find out she’s a brat. The broads I usually pair up with at Eden are all too eager to senselessly follow commands like robots.

There’s no challenge, no playing, no bark or bite. It’s like a bad porno with the gaudy moaning and shoddy connections.Thisgirl is a fucking scientist; there’s so much chemistry happening in this room.

Skylar doesn’t understand her. He wants to inflict torture with no resistance, but forgets that half the fun lies in her attitude. She’s willing to take what I give her, but it comes with a price I’m happy to pay.

He loves to hate her and somehow gets pleasure from making her feel like shit. He wants her to cry over deranged insults and cheap shots to her self-esteem.

I want to see her cry in ecstasy, so overwhelmed with pleasure that she’s not sure she can handle more. I want her to be proud when she works through the things that scare her, only to realize she’s stronger than she thought. Like the way her eyes are bulging and tearing up right now with the head of my cock snuggly fixed in the back of her throat. She can’t breathe, she’s panicking, she’s terrified. But if I just pull back at the right moment…

She gasps for air, and I stroke the top of her head and wait until the color settles back into her face. Skylar will never give it to her, but encouragement and positive reinforcement are all she needs to keep going.

“Amazing. You’re such a good girl, but I’m not done with you yet. Get ready,” I whisper, running my knuckles along her cheekbone.

You can be dominant without being a prick about it. You can talk a woman through these things without needing to feel all-powerful. Me? I do it for that look in her eyes—so hazy and dream-like, but still eager to please.

She nods again, but instead of me having to feed my dick to her, she leans forward and takes it at her own pace. I let her do whatever she wants, curious to see how my little chemist makes magic when she holds the power.

She does not disappoint.

My cock slips back through the gag, and she swallows a few inches before pulling back to run her tongue along the head, giving extra care to the frenulum.

I wonder who taught her that.

A few weeks ago, I joked with Skylar about thinking she was a virgin. Obviously I was kidding, but nobody comes to Eden because they’re happy with their sex lives.

I can’t figure out why she’s single with tricks like this up her sleeve. What kind of man wouldn’t give the world to a woman who can work her tongue like that?

The pretty little thing continues bobbing for apples with my dick, and I’m so lost in thought, I don’t realize I’m about to come until it’s too late. Skylar is going to fucking kill me if he finds out I got off without doing what I came here to do.

I fist her hair with both hands and try to pull her off, but the little minx thinks it’s a challenge. She fights against my hold, sinking faster and deeper onto me before burying the head of my cock in her throat again.

She keeps it there for a minute—like she’d rather die from lack of oxygen than do anything else—then swallows around me, constricting my dick like a fucking boa.

I shoot my cum straight down her throat, releasing an embarrassingly pained moan that I’ll deny if she ever mentions. I have to rip myself from her mouth because she won’t stop swallowing, and the overstimulation is fucking killing me. Somebody taught this girl how to suck dick, and I don’t know why, but that idea makes me twinge with jealousy.

“That…” I can’t catch my fucking breath, but I regain composure enough to grab her by the chin and force her look up at me. “That deserves a reward.”

After tucking myself back into my jeans, I go to the cabinet to grab something before kneeling back at her feet. The proud look she had on her face is instantly replaced with one of confusion, but she lets me feed her feet into the loops of the sling anyway.

With every rising inch of the restraint up her legs, I plant little kisses in its wake until I’ve made it to the thick of her thighs. When both loops are in place, I command her to lay down on the bed.

“You’re doing such a good job,” I praise. “Just remember to breathe. You can handle it. Can’t you, darling?”

She’s hesitant but stays committed to the bit, nodding like the obedient slut she wants to be. When she leans back, I use the sling base to push her knees up towards her head and secure it around the nape of her neck.

I had to do it when she wasn’t expecting it so she wouldn’t fight against the restraint, but the yelp she squeaks out in surprise is totally worth it.

Nowthisis an image to hold on to for my dreams. She’s bound and gagged with her pretty pussy on full display for me. She’s shaved without a hair in sight, and though it’s not really my preference, I respect a lady’s choice.

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