Page 50 of Final Vendetta

“Good girl,” I praised in a low, husky voice. “Now taste.”

She didn’t say anything in response. Instead, she did as I requested, bringing her mouth up to my erection. As she ran her tongue along the tip, tasting the bit of pre-cum, I released a hiss, my fingers digging even harder into her scalp. I needed to hold on as tightly as I could in order to keep myself grounded when I felt like I was ready to lose my damn mind. Especially when she teased my length with her tongue before taking me completely in her mouth.

She attempted to move, but she couldn’t, my hold on her too firm. My god, she looked fucking beautiful on her knees with my dick in her mouth, her expectant eyes locked on mine.

“Do you want it?” I ground out.

She managed a subtle nod.

“Good. You know what to do if it becomes too much. Three taps on my arm.”

She nodded again.

“Show me,” I told her, as I always did before doing this.

Blinking, she gave my forearm three taps.

“Good.”

Holding her head in place, I started moving in and out of her, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of her lips wrapped around me. But within seconds, I picked up the pace, leaving her completely at my mercy. Using her for my own pleasure.

And when a moan fell from her throat, I knew she loved everything about it. That she wanted even more.

“Relax your jaw, baby,” I grunted as I continued thrusting into her, making her eyes water. “Let me in.”

She blinked, relaxing her jaw. When I drove in again, I hit the back of her throat, the sensation almost too much, especially when I noticed her struggle to breathe. But she still didn’t look away. Still didn’t tap out.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded, my own breathing growing ragged.

Without hesitation, she leaned back on her heels and spread her legs, bringing her finger to her clit and rubbing.

“You can do better than that,” I panted. “Fuck your cunt while I fuck your face.”

She whimpered, but like the good girl she was, she followed my instructions, inserting a finger, then another, the sound of her slickness echoing in the room.

“That’s it. Let me hear how wet you are. How turned on you are with a mouthful of my cock.”

She moaned again, the sound intermingling with my ragged breaths. I didn’t know how much longer I’d last, but I’d be damned if I got off before she did.

“Faster,” I demanded, and she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy with more intensity. I increased my rhythm, too, pushing into her mouth with a wild urgency, continually hitting the back of her throat.

Then I drove into her one final time, keeping her head locked in place as I buried myself deep in her throat.

She darted her wide eyes to mine, obviously having trouble breathing.

“Keep going, Imogene. Don’t stop. Let me hear that slick cunt.”

She obeyed, plunging her fingers in and out of herself faster and faster, the lack of oxygen propelling her higher and higher. I kept my eyes trained on her, ready to pull out if I felt it was too much. Finally, her body climaxed, the vibration of her whimpers against my cock nearly setting me off, too.

I quickly pulled out and yanked her to her feet, crashing my lips to hers. Covering her heart with my hand, I breathed into her like I always did. Our kiss was desperate and hungry as we both used the opportunity to get our labored breathing under control.

Once I felt her pulse slow, I finally pulled away, grabbing her hand in mine. With my eyes locked with hers, I brought it to my mouth, sucking on the two fingers she just used to get herself off.

“Fucking delicious.”

She moaned as I swirled my tongue along her fingers. Then I stepped back, hardening my expression once more.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees. Face forward.”

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