Page 10 of Unholy

He isn’t wrong, but I won’t allow him to call me out on my bluff.

“What am I doing here, Mr. Sinclair? Surely, you have heard my tastes are well above the standard cravings,” I question, genuinely curious about his answer.

Stepping back, he breaks the invisible hold this moment has on both of us. His backside leans against his desk, and the empty glass is placed next to him. He crosses his feet at the ankles and grips the edge firmly. “Your mouth around my cock. And this time leave some of that pretty red on him,” he responds with a wink.

Looking around, I realize I could break a multitude of bottles and stab him relentlessly mid-blowjob, ending his lifeembarrassingly. So many precautions to enter, but very little in place once I have entered.

Tossing my bag onto the brown leather couch, I step forward, my body pressing against his. My teeth tug on his lobe before whispering, “As you wish, Mr. Sinclair.”

He remains still, acting unaffected, but I can feel his heart racing against my chest.

Taking my sharp nails, I bring them to his chest, where a thin patch of white hair allows for them to get tangled. They scratch both his erect nipples as they move down. Gently, I keep scraping them against his skin and the ridges of his abs as I reach the path to his cock that is nicely defined by his muscles. My fingers linger along his waistline, toying and teasing him.

I feel his cock rising, getting harder the more I play. My mouth waters at the thought of having him in my mouth again.

Slowly lowering myself, my eyes look up, watching him as he watches me.

Wasting no time, my fingers wrap under his waistband and pull the sweatpants down to his ankles. Nathaniel’s cock springs out, light catches it, and the silver jewelry glints in the dim room. My hands grip him tightly, appearing small in comparison, so I use both to fully wrap around his thick shaft. I let a string of spit slide from my mouth, down my lips and chin, then onto his head. He hisses from the sensitivity of it.

“Make it filthy, Ms. Vandenberg,” he instructs, even though I had every intention of doing so.

Working his hard cock with my hands, I move up and down his smooth shaft. The ridges of his piercings give me an idea. I tug on a few, gripping my hands tighter as I move over them. Looking up, Nathaniel’s eyes are hooded as he watches, and a deep growl comes from his throat.

Placing my lips over his shaft, my tongue teases his slit, and precum is already leaking from him.

Measured and deliberately, I allow my teeth to scrape down his length. As I bring them back forward to his tip, my canines get caught on the barbells and tug him harder than my hands did.

One hand rapidly comes forward and takes a hold of my pony, right at the base. It’s a warning, but I have always played on the dangerous side.

Saliva builds inside my mouth. I am not swallowing it, instead letting it drip all over his cock and down my chin and onto my breasts. Then, in one swift movement, he pushes my head forward, forcing his cock down my throat. Unprepared, I gag as more drool streams from me.

“Choke on me,” he demands, still ramming himself farther down.

The gagging doesn’t stop; my eyes are watering, and my lips have reached his pelvis.

“You really are filthy, aren’t you, Ms. Vandenberg?” he praises.

He has no fucking idea.

The mixture of his precum and saliva dance along my tongue. I hate how good he tastes and feels. The cool metal is now warm against the inside of my mouth and throat. Taking the tip of my tongue, I tickle the underside of his shaft before he finally releases my hair. Placing my hands on the ground next to me, I allow my mouth to continue doing all the work.

My eyes notice his stomach contracting, and it makes my pussy tingle in gratification. My focus stays on him, while Nathaniel’s eyes barely remain open as we keep eye contact.

Relaxing my throat, I pull back, gradually allowing his cock to release back into my mouth. With puckered lips, I hollow my cheeks and suck his head, hard. Another hiss leaves him. I glance at his hands and they are squeezing the wooden edge of the desk so tightly that his veins are showing. Another wave ofsatisfaction washes over me and goes right to my clit, aching to be played with while I play with him. The taste of his cock is as rich as the whisky that graced my palate only moments ago. Combined, the two flavors have turned me into a fiend.

Gradually moving up his shaft once more, his head passes down the back of my throat, and I suck him harder, making my throat contract. At the same time, I can feel my pussy leaking, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Tears trickle down my cheeks from the lack of oxygen, and my lungs are desperate, but I don’t care; I will not stop until he coats me in his release.

Nathaniel’s voice is husky as he taunts me, “I fucking knew it. You like my cock in your mouth. Desperate for it, my precious puppet. Suck it, baby.”

Puppethas me furious, then thebabyspeaks to my pussy and I can’t help it. Raising my hands, I work his shaft vigorously. His abs contract further; he is nearly there.

My legs begin to tremble, hopefully unnoticed.

“Take it all. No spitting,” he demands as his warm cum coats my throat. He tastes so fucking good, the salty release mixed with the metallic taste of the metal and his soft skin.

I’m becoming an addict.

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