Page 38 of Sorrow

Her tongue flicks over the head of my cock, making it hard to think. “Some. Iwould, but I have a feeling your boy won’t. Probably isn’t the type to go down on his woman at all... guys like that exist believe it or not, and he seems like the type to not really care about your pleasure as much as his.”

It feels fucked up to say that as my cock hardens in her mouth, but she’s getting better at this. Playing with my piercing, holding my gaze, sucking just slowly enough to tease me. It makes it hard to care about what may or may not happen in the future.

But Sam has other plans. “So stop letting me come,” she says, sucking me right back in when the words are out. Her soft hand tugs gently on my balls as she guides me deeper, pulling a groan from my chest I have to smother with my palm.

I hear her... I do. I’m just not built that way. “You’re not in charge, girl. Don’t tell me what to do.”

My hand finds the back of her head to keep her from arguing, though I know I’m just putting off the inevitable. Once that little hurricane gets an idea in her head, there’s no changing it.

It’s fucking infuriating sometimes.

But hearing her choke on my cock as I push her down makes it hard to be irritatedat her. She’s also so fucking good when she wants to be. “Fuck,” I breathe, squirming a little under her before I thrust up even deeper. “Just like that. Getting so good at this, Samara.”

So good, she brings me to the edge too quickly.

Not a fucking chance.

Tugging her off by her hair, I hold her up like that as I grip the base of my cock with my other hand. “Show me your tongue, Hurricane.” Her glossy eyes narrow in confusion, but she opens her mouth and slides her tongue out anyway. Drool drips down her chin and suddenly, I know exactly what I want from her.

I shove her head down but press her cheek against my thigh, just out of reach. “You want it, girl? You want my cock back in your mouth? Prove it.”

She squirms, fighting the grip I have on her hair trying to close the distance. Her tongue slips out and just grazes me, so I pull her back an inch.

“Try harder.”

The muscles in my arms flex as I keep her where she is and she nearly rips her own hair out.

“Hayes,” she snaps, gasping as she tries to look up at me. “Please give it back. I need it.”

“Need?” I whisper with a grin. “Say it again.”

My cock fucking throbs at how desperate she looks right now, lips parted and messy for me. “I need it, Hayes. I need to feel your cum in my throat.”

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I growl, tugging her in roughly to shove myself back in, and then I lose myself in her for just a little while. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Me. Not him.

With both hands cupping her head, I fuck her mouth the way I’ve dreamed of fucking her pussy — roughly and without a lot of mercy.

She sputters and chokes until I can see the tears running down her cheeks, feel her squirm and twitch and dig her nails into my skin.

“Fuck yeah. Mark me, make me fucking bleed.”

I don’t even know who I am right now, but she obeys me. My good little whore always obeys.

“Perfect little slut. Take every fucking drop.”

Pinning her down, I release deep into her throat just like she craved, moaning a little too loudly at how fucking good it feels to be sucked by someone who truly wants to please.

Her talents will be wasted on that asshole.

I get a little annoyed when she pulls off to breathe too soon, until she slides her tongue out again to show me she swallowed it all.

I reach out and grab her chin before she can put it away, admiring her in a way I’ve never allowed myself to before. I never realized she could be it for me, I never even considered it until right now. No... I can’t.

Releasing her, I reach out and roll my fingers along her soaked clit, making her twitch.

“Hayes, wait,” she gasps. “I know I can’t tell you what to do, but you’d be doing me a favor. If he won’t care about my pleasure, please don’t let me get used to it.”

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