Page 89 of Pucking Obsessed

I’m buzzing with joy because it’s the man I love, who is showing how much he wants me.

It’s D’Angelo’s teeth, which are sinking into my skin, marking and claiming me as his.

I can remember that I belong to him, as long as I have these bruises.

I know in my mind that D’Angelo has promised meforever.

In moments like this, I believe it.

But nothing’s trulyforever, right?

Certainly not for trash like me.

Finally, D’Angelo reaches my cock again. This time, he sucks my balls into his mouth, one at a time.

I stare at him in shock and almost take my hand off my mouth.

My thighs are trembling.

Bloody hell, he’s not going to…?

Should I safe word?

I’m torn.

My cock is harder than it’s ever been.

The frisson of fear, as D’Angelo deliberately allows his teeth to graze my sensitive skin, only turns me on more.

D’Angelo has me by the balls more than he ever has done before.

Yet he’s also stroking calming motions on my thighs and giving me the time to make this choice.

It’s not really a choice.Because I want to try this more than I’ve fucking wanted anything.

If D’Angelo owns my balls, then I want him to prove it.

I give a nod.

D’Angelo looks like a beautiful devil, as his cruelly sensual lips tighten around my balls.

He waits an excruciating moment longer.

Do it.

I’m shaking with the anticipation.

Then he bites down, and I scream.

I also almost come.

My knees buckle, but D’Angelo steadies me.

Swiftly, he lets go of my aching balls. He stands towering over me.

I look at him with glassy eyes.

I’m shaking.

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