Page 46 of Deviant

“I couldn’t care less what they’re doing,” she says, focused on her mission.

“No?” I taunt, tugging on one of her loose curls. “Not even a little bit?”

She shakes her head and licks her lips, her fingers starting to play with the ends of my hair.

“No? Isn’t there a little part of you taking pleasure in dry humping me just to show Aidan that two can play the same game?”

“Like I told you. I don’t care what Aidan does,” she pants, her full breasts bouncing up and down in my face, making my mouth water.

“Tell me, honestly… if you don’t give a fuck, then why stay together?”

“Because…” she pants, lost in her movements.

“Because?” I mimic, swallowing a groan when her pussy hits the tip of my cock just right.

“Because it’s expected. I’m expected to be with a guy like him.”

“And you always do what’s expected, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back of its own accord.

“You’re not doing what’s expected now, are you, Roe?” I grunt, latching onto her neck just to pull her face back to mine. “You’re not the good girl that everybody thinks you are. Isn’t that right?” She shakes her head, her gaze half-mast with want and lust. “You’re actually no good. You’re nothing. A waste of space.”

“Yes,” she sighs, rubbing her clit on me as if her life depended on it.

“And because you’re no good, you’re going to come on your boyfriend’s brother’s cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she repeats, lost in it now.

“Fucking slut,” I growl, tightening my grip on her throat. She lets out another erotic sigh, making me harder than I’ve ever been before. “You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you? You’d love nothing more than to jump on my dick right now, huh?” She nods, too punch-drunk with euphoric sensations, unable to make heads or tails of what I’m saying. “Tell me you want it, Roe? Tell me you want my cock,” I demand, close to coming undone myself. She pants and moans, desperately rubbing her hot pussy to get the friction she desires. “Say it!” I grunt in her ear, tugging at her hair with my free hand so tightly a few strands end up around my fingers.

“I want it.”

“Notit,my cock. Say it.”

“I want your cock.”

“Where? Where do you want it?” I provoke, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears.

“In my pussy,” she’s quick to say, and my chest feelslike a boulder just smacked into it from how incredible the word pussy sounds coming from her lips.

“Just your pussy?” I taunt while brushing the back of my hand over her sensitive nipples, gaining another loud moan out of her.

She takes a minute to recover, so lost in this dance of ours that coherent thought eludes her.

I have to slap her ass just to wake her the fuck up.

“I asked you a question, Rowen. Where else do you want my cock?” She struggles to find her voice, forcing me to jab two fingers down her throat. “Here. Here is what you should have said. In your mouth, sucking it. Hard.” Her eyes widen at the intrusion, gagging when I push them further down. “If you can’t handle my fingers, how the fuck are you going to handle my dick?” I chide. “Now suck, Rowen, before I decide it’s your ass that needs priming.”

This spurs her into action, sucking on my digits, her tongue swirling around the tips of my fingers as if she could almost taste the crown of my cock. The image of her actually sucking me off has me just as wound up as she is. If I’m not careful, I’ll be the one coming before she does.

“That’s a good little slut. Take it all in,” I whisper, my voice dropping another octave.

Rowen moans in delight, her eyeballs going back into their sockets as she fucks me and sucks me dry.

She’s close.

So fucking close.

---