Page 125 of When Hearts Awaken

She whimpers and puts my cock in her mouth, and I groan when she sucks me in, her tongue lapping and swirling at me as she struggles to put all my inches inside her.

White hot pleasure burns through me when the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. She attempts to swallow me down her throat. Tears overflow and wet her cheeks, her free hand playing with my heavy balls, sending more blistering sensations throughout my body.

Growling, I coil my hand around her hair and pull so she’s staring up at me. “Look at my personal slut sucking my cock in like a champ. You like it, huh? Are you greedy for my cum?”

She nods, her teary eyes widening as a familiar glaze appears in them. Lust. Attraction. Love.

“Too bad, you still have three inches you can’t swallow.” I grunt when her teeth make an appearance. She bites and I hiss before pulling her hair sharply. “That’ll earn you a few more slaps.”

Whimpering, she slides her hand between her legs and I quickly snap her face toward me, jamming the last three inches down her throat. “I didn’t say you can touch yourself.”

Taylor gags as I thrust in once into her tight channel and I nearly come at the way her throat welcomes me in its warmth. Pulling out, I growl, “Give me a color.”

“G-Green,” she pants out, reaching for my cock again.

“My fucking insatiable girl.” I grip her head again and slam my hips toward her again, my eyes rolling back as sharp currents of pleasure shoot through me. The control I wear outside of BDSM is slipping fast as I lose myself in the sensations of her talented mouth working me like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.

She gags as I thrust into her again and again, gathering speed, the pressure quickly rising from the base of my spine to my balls before rushing up my cock. Tears slide over her face as drool drips from her mouth, but her eyes are hazy—the way she usually is in the throes of sex with me.

She isn’t thinking now. I’m getting her out of her mind.

My legs tremble, her tongue working harder around my cock, swiping, swirling as I slam her repeatedly on me. My mind darkens, but I tell her, “Pinch me if it’s too much.”

More saliva drips out of her as she shakes her head and bobs faster to the rhythm of my pistoning.

“Fuck! You’ll be the death of me, my little cum slut. You’re such a good girl, kneeling before me, taking your Sir’s cock like you were born to do that. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter as the sharp frissons of pleasure coalesce into a singular beam of nirvana.

My muscles tense, my cock lengthening and twitching. “I’ll give you my fucking cum, my naughty ballerina.”

Pulling out as the first ropes of cum shoot out of me, I spray the rest of my cum on her face and neck. I tug my cock, the obliterating pleasure making the floor sway from under my feet. Taylor whimpers, and as the dots fade from my vision, I see her rubbing her clit over her tights, her tongue swiping out and licking the cum off her lips.

The feral minx.

My cock twitches when I take in the rest of her, my cum streaking across her cheeks, dripping down her neck, joining her tears and saliva.

She’s fucking perfect.

Hauling her up, I grab her nape and slam my lips on top of hers, tasting a bit of me mixed with everything that’s her, and that’s enough to cause my cock to resurrect and harden, ready for another round.

“You make me insatiable, Tay, fucking insatiable,” I rasp before swiping my tongue inside her, tangling, dueling, overpowering her mouth in the way my own inner beast craves.

She tastes so sweet, so addictive, so intoxicatingly mine.

Taylor mewls, her body softening, legs giving out underneath her as she submits to me, so perfectly like I knew she would, and I hoist her up and prop her against the bar by the mirrored wall.

Keeping my eye on her, I whisper, “Look at me. It’s me doing this.”

Yanking her legs apart, I gather her leotard at the neck and rip it, baring her creamy tits to the night air. Her tits jiggle from the movement, her hard nipples pebbling like eraser buds, and I feel myself leaking again.

I slap her breast. Hard. She screams.

“I seem to recall someone deserves a punishment for not taking all my inches in earlier.”

I watch in fascination, a red flush appearing where I slapped her. Quickly, I smack her two more times in quick succession, her body twitching at each impact as she cries out some more, new tears sliding down her face.

“Give me a color.”

Her eyes snap open, her lips tremble before she says, “Green. Fucking green.”

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