Page 34 of Don't You Pucking Dare

"Then you shouldn’t be saying those dirty words, baby." I force her mouth open with my dick, and she thinks biting me will make me pull out. She’s dead fucking wrong. I welcome pain like it’s my best friend, and there’s nothing better than to see her eyes drip tears because she can’t handle all of me.

"Lie in the bed you made, sweetheart. Take my fucking dick with the same confidence you had earlier, baby. It’s the only way. Stop struggling."

She pulls away, and I let her before she actually bites my cock off. "I can’t fucking breathe!"

"Well, you should’ve thought about that before degrading me. Now take my dick like a good fucking girl."

"It’s too fucking big!" she shouts and then she shoots a look over at Kiah’s bed.

"Shut that pretty mouth up, Duchess, or it’ll ruin our fun."

Her death glare at me makes my heart a little fonder. "Look at you, Duchess." I lean down so that we’re nose to nose. I reach my hand between her legs and click my tongue. "You’re so fucking turned on by this, aren’t you? Do you like when I fuck your throat?"

I rub her pussy, pressing right where it should feel good. She just stares, not denying it, so a smile breaks across my face.

"Then stop fighting it, baby. Relax."

Her jaw clenches as I move my fingers faster. She says, "Then go slower."

"There’s no fun in that."

She licks her lips as I push her underwear to the side. Her breath hitches, and there’s no way her pussy isn’t aching for me when it’s this wet.

"I bet you were this wet for Jack, wishing he would fuck you, so I would walk in and catch you in the act," I whisper as her back arches into my touch. I’m being careful not to insert my fingers, but it’s so fucking tempting. "So is it Jack, or is it me? Or do you prefer Kiah?"

She inhales, staring into my eyes. "I don’t know."

"Wrong answer." I pick her up and throw her on the bed. God, she’s easy to maneuver. "I told you already, Duchess. I fucking own you. You’re mine. Now I’m going to ask you again."

"You," she mutters. "Of course it’s you. Just stop spanking me."

I spank her anyway and she pulls away, grabbing her knees into her chest.

"Now that you’ve seen me without the mask, do you like what you see?" I ask, hovering above her.

She nods as her eyes flick down to my tattoos and then to my dick.

"Good. Do we have an understanding? No one is to touch you, not even Kiah. You will only wear lingerie for me. No kissing or fucking anyone. No one is touching you but me. Do we have an understanding?"

She nods.

"Good. Now, I’ll go slow." I lean in and kiss her lips, sucking in her bottom lip as she reaches for me. I kiss her neck, nipping at her, and then I let my mouth suck on her perfect tits. I move the bra out of the way as she pants under me.

"Brody," she murmurs, and it’s so hot she’s calling me by my name.

"Your tits are fucking perfect."

"I want you."

I know what she means, but I stand on the bed and demand her to open her mouth. She watches me as I enter her mouth slowly this time. She sucks the tip of my dick, licking it’s length, and moaning as I slowly slide to the back of her mouth. She pushes me further back and my head rolls back at the pleasure.

Finally, the bitch wants to please me. Instead of fucking her mouth, I let her make the movements. And she’s working hard to make me feel good. Watching her like this is enough to make me come. I wait though, holding back, waiting for her to deep throat my cock again and again.

"Brody," she whispers. "I really wish you would just fuck me."

"I am," I say, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I get to fuck this pretty face, and it feels so fucking good, Duchess."

She pulls back and I clear my throat. "Don’t fucking stop, slut. I know you can do better."

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