Page 71 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

My lips part in shock and he shoves my panties into my mouth, forcing my jaw closed around them with his hand.

“Don’t say another fucking word,” he warns, his mouth hovering against mine as his fingers trail back down to my pussy, “Keep that pretty little mouth closed before you say something that’ll get you tied up and locked away in my basement forever.”

He parts the lips of my pussy with one hand and runs his fingers roughly down my slit, my juices lubing up the way for him. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he ghosts over my entrance, adding a bit of pressure but never penetrating me.

He brings his fingers in front of my face with an evil smirk. “Look how wet you are for me,” He growls, a hint of surprise in his voice as he lewdly inspects his fingers in a way that only has more arousal dripping out of me, “Forme. Not for anyone else.”

He sucks them into his mouth and closes his eyes like he’s savoring my taste. He moans so low in his throat that I feel a shiver ripple across my skin. “For years, I’ve wondered if you’d taste sweet like the angel you pretend to be or bitter like the devil I know you’re hiding on the inside.”

He slowly drops to his knees, his eyes staying connected with mine the entire way down until his face is inches from my pussy. He bunches my skirt around my waist, exposing me completely.

I should be worried about people walking past the alley and seeing us like this, seeing me specifically completely on display, but all I can focus on is the way he still looks into my eyes with utter dominance, even as he’s on his knees before me.

Finally, after what feels like hours, he flicks his gaze down to my pussy and a deep rumble sounds in his chest.

“So pretty,” he purrs, and I almost come on the spot when he uses his thumbs to part me and inspect me closer. “I always knew the devil had a pretty face. Turns out she has a pretty pussy as well.” He says, before hooking one of my legs over his shoulder and diving in.

The first lap of his tongue against my clit has me screaming, although the sound comes out muffled around the panties still in my mouth.

He licks me a second time and I squeal again.Shock makes every pass of his tongue over my folds even more sensitive.

“Fuck, are you a screamer, Six?” He asks, looking up at me as he rubs his thumb against my clit. I can’t look at him, I’m writhing against the wall, arching into his touch and searching for more friction, more contact, moreanything. “I wish I could take the gag out so I could hear you scream freely, but it’s for your own safety. You don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you talk about making me watch you fuck another man again.”

He dives back between my folds, his hands gripping the fleshy part of my thighs as he laps at me like a starving man. His tongue traces over every inch of my pussy with expert strokes as his thumb continues to rub my clit.

I can barely stand up, my weight starting to shift into his hold as my legs tremble.

His finger slides through my pussy and tickles my entrance, applying just a bit of pressure before eventually pushing in.

The feeling is unreal, stretching me and opening me up like I never have been before and I let out a keening cry. He pinches my clit then rakes his teeth over it and stars shoot into my eyes.

My head is tilted back against the wall and my eyes are closed as I try to push back the approaching orgasm, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of coming within two minutes.

But as is always the case with him, my resistance is futile.

He flicks his tongue over my clit repeatedly before biting it sharply as his finger curls inside me and I explode around him.

My muscles spasm around his finger as wetness gushes out of me from the strongest orgasm I’ve had in my life, and he barely had to do anything to pull it out of me.

Bastard.

Stupid, annoying, perfectly symmetricalbastard.

His tongue continues greedily lapping up my juices as they squeeze out around his finger, extending my orgasm even further.

I spit out my panties. “I can do what I want, Phoenix,” I rasp, finally answering him.

“No, you can’t.”

“You don’t own me.” I counter, breathlessly.

The angry grunt he makes lets me know that he thinks the exact opposite as he roughly flips me and presses a hand on my back, flattening me face first against the wall.

“Yes, I fucking do.” He snarls, before parting my ass cheeks. He plunges his finger back inside me and before I can even get readjusted to the intrusion, I feel his tongue tease at my back hole.

I tense and try to arch away from the wall, but he slams his palm back down on my spine, forcing me to stay where I am.

His finger starts pistoning inside my pussy as his tongue explores the ridges of my opening, greedily and unashamedly licking at it.

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