Page 56 of Promiscuous Lies

I suck on her clit, then grab the small vibrator and rub it against her folds. She tries to squirm but can’t, the restraints holding her in place. Her warm, wet mouth envelopes me, and she chokes as I slowly roll my hips, pushing myself into her throat.

I insert the small vibrator into her pussy, and her body arches, pulling at the chains as I suck on her clit. She whimpers around my cock as I shove it in harder, hitting the back of her throat. I stroke her time and time again, and whenever I think she’s about to come, I back off, only allowing her to hungrily suck my cock.

By the third time I deny her climax, she bites my dick. Hard.

I chuckle, my cock twitching and wanting to shoot down her throat. But I plan on stretching this out all fucking night. I want to ruin her for any other man. I want her crawling to me on all fours, pleading for me to stuff her every hole with my cock.

“Be careful, Posie. I might just force you to swallow my cock all night.”

Even if it breaks her jaw.

She won’t get an orgasm until I think she’s deserving of one.

I lift my hips high enough for her to gasp for air.

“Dutton, just fuck me.Please.”

I grin evilly as I grab the lube and squirt it on her asshole, then rub the cool liquid in circles around the opening. “Has anyone had this ass, Posie?”

It’s a dangerous question, especially if she says yes.

She’s panting, a sheen of sweat covering her skin, as she says, “No.”

“Good. Tonight, I’m going to make you mine in every way,” I say and shove my cock back into her mouth before she can reply. Her throat accepts me as I suck on her clit and press the toy against her asshole. And, ever so slowly, I begin to edge it inside. Hungrily licking between her lips and sucking on her clit, lapping up every fucking drop of her.

CHAPTER 28

Posie

The vibrating toy is stretching me, and I feel like I’m being fucked senseless. Overstimulated by choking on his cock, his tongue on my clit, and the invasive toy at my ass. I moan as he inserts a finger between my legs.

“Relax,” he croons, and I immediately do as he says, letting him fuck me in every which way he wants.

I’m so frustrated. He’s had me teetering on the edge of an orgasm three times now, and every time I’ve been denied. I just need a fucking release. My jaw aches, but I’m being used like a fuckable doll, and I fucking love it.

I love that Dutton takes what he wants and uses me to get it. I love it because of the small kisses in between, the reminder that, although this man might be a monster, one with a voracious appetite, he’s also checking on me throughout. However, tonight feels different. It feels like he will take and take and, in equal measure, give me an experience I’ve never had before and most likely will never have again.

The toy stretches my asshole as I squirm, resisting it.

“Relax, Posie. Accept it.” I do as he says. The moment I do, I feel it enter me. And then he pulls it out and pushes it back in.Oh. Ohhh.I moan around his cock. Fuck me. A new kind ofpleasure washes over me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Oh wow.

The sucking on my clit intensifies, and my body charges up, ready to explode in a way I haven’t felt before. Then his mouth is gone, and I groan, frustrated, as he removes his cock from the back of my throat.

“What?” I gasp desperately. I was climbing, so close to coming.

He shifts so he’s hovering above me, the toy still buzzing in my ass, putting me in a state of heightened pleasure, but not enough to get me anywhere. I thrash against the restraints.

“I swear to fuck, Dutton, you better make me come, or I’ll fucking slit your throat in your sleep tonight.”

He smiles, staring down at me like the devil himself. “There she is,” he says as he strokes my cheek, his gold ring brushing my skin, and he pushes away a hair that’s sticking to the perspiration on my throat.

His hand caresses down my neck and chest, his gaze trailing every inch of me in admiration. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, as if to himself. But it fills me with pride. His hand comes back to my throat, and he squeezes as he says, “So delicate. So fiery.”

“And now he’s a fucking poet,” I bite back.

He beams an arrogant smile as he casually leans back, and I can feel the moment he switches the toy in my ass up another level. I squirm under the heightened pleasure, and he seems pleased that he’s made his point.

“You only make it worse for yourself, Posie.”

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