Page 85 of Claiming Pretty

His eyes burned into me, dark with desire as he watched. “Good girl.”

His fingers worked the buttons of his shirt open one by one, revealing tantalizing glimpses of smooth toned muscle and clean-lined tattoos beneath.

I watched, mesmerized, as he shrugged the shirt fromhis broad shoulders. It fell to the floor, forgotten, as he moved to his belt. The soft clink of the buckle seemed impossibly loud in the tension-filled room.

My movements became more urgent, my hips rocking faster against the knife handle. The smooth, cool handle slid easily between my slick folds, sending waves of pleasure through my body with each stroke, the tension building low in my belly.

Scáth’s eyes never left me as he finished undressing, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The contrast between his calm control and my desperate need only heightened my desperation.

He stroked his cock, already so hard, and I ached to have it inside me.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Soak that handle for me.”

I whimpered, my hips moving faster, my thighs trembling as I chased my release. The knife handle was dripping with my juices now, warmed from the heat of my body.

Just as I felt myself teetering on the edge of orgasm, he grabbed my hips and tugged me forward off the handle and toward him.

I let out a whimper as my orgasm fell away.

“Not yet, rabbit. You’re going to choke on my cock first.”

I went to drop to my knees, but he gripped my hips, stilling me, and shook his head. “Bend over from the hip and open that fucking mouth.”

Shuddering with need, I bent forward from the waist, my legs still shaky from being so close to release.

I grabbed his hips to brace myself and tilted my headback. The position left me feeling exposed and vulnerable, my wet pussy aching and empty.

Scáth’s hand tangled in my hair as he guided my mouth to his cock.

I parted my lips obediently, my tongue darting out to wet them in anticipation.

The thick, blunt head pressed against my lips, hot and velvety smooth. I opened wider, letting him slide inside.

With a grunt, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, my eyes watering.

“Take it,” he growled, holding me in place. “Take all of it and I’ll let you come.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to breathe around his thick length. My hands gripped his hips tighter, nails digging into his skin.

“Relax,” he commanded, his voice low and husky. “Breathe through your nose.”

I forced myself to take slow, measured breaths through my nose, fighting against my body’s instinct to panic. Gradually, my gag reflex eased, and I felt myself relax around him.

“Good girl,” he purred, “Are you ready for your reward?”

Before I could react, he pushed me back, guiding me back onto the handle tip still jutting out from the wall.

“Let me see you fuck that handle while I fuck your mouth.”

I groaned around his cock as I slid back onto the handle, letting it fill me up.

He hissed. “Fuck yes.”

The handle wasn’t as big as him, but it pushed in deepand the little lip of the guard pressed against my clit when it was all the way in to the hilt.

Scáth began to thrust into my mouth, sliding me back and forth on the knife handle. The dual sensations overwhelmed me—the smooth handle inside my pussy, its lip pressing my clit, and his hot, thick cock stretching my lips and filling my mouth.

Scáth’s grip tightened in my hair as he set a punishing pace, fucking my throat raw and me powerless to stop him, pinned between his cock and the handle on the wall.

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