Page 67 of Cruel Master

I whimpered in need.

I wanted to feel it—the pulse of his throbbing dick as he unloaded himself in my throat. I wanted it so deep that not a single droplet even touched my tongue. He was right, though. That’s not where it needed to be. I looked up at him through my lashes and over the hard ridges of his shredded abdomen.

“Beg me,” he ordered.

I licked my cracked lips, wincing as the cut I’d forgotten from the slap Jackie had given me reopened. I tasted the tinge of blood, but that didn’t lower the heat inside of me.

“Please,” I croaked. “Please fuck me, Master. Fuck your wife and fill me with your cum.”

A moment later, his arms came around me, hefting me back up. I stumbled slightly, listing to the side, but Gaven didn’t let me fall. Instead, he lifted me again and deposited me back onto the bed with my head back and my legs dangling over the side. My hands hit the mattress as I sucked in breath after breath as he rose up and flipped me over onto my knees. Hands reached beneath me. Fingers plucked at my clit—reigniting the fire in my stomach. I cried out and moaned, circling my hips as he tortured me. A harsh slap rained against my ass.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with something I had never heard from him before. I wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but I did know that it meant something wonderful as he gently urged me over onto my back again.

My cheeks heated as he pressed my legs up against my chest, the plastic crinkling of my bandages the only sound other than our harsh breathing. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that he would be inside me soon. His hands pushed me further, slow and sure, practically bending me in half.

“Hold your legs for me, love,” he commanded, “and I’ll send my filthy little girl to heaven.”

He didn’t need to ask me twice. My hands latched onto my legs, arms wrapping around them as I felt air wash over my soaked pussy. Hunger and need warred within me.

Gaven’s fingers prodded at my opening, smearing the wetness already there around and around before they slid up to my clit. Taking the delicate little bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger, I held my breath as the anticipation built. He pinched my clit and I cried out, shuddering as I was sent barreling toward my orgasm from earlier.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his fingers easing off of my clit.

I could feel my thighs shaking. I cried, sobbing against my knees as the need became too much. Tears slipped over my temples and down into my hair as his breath hovered over me. Almost … so close.

“You’re so pretty down here, baby,” I heard Gaven say, the puffs of air from his words sliding across my wet flesh. “So red and swollen from my cock.” His fingers speared into my throbbing cunt and my head craned back against the mattress.

“You’re torturing me!” I sobbed.

“Yes,” he answered. “And you love it, but I suppose enough is enough, isn’t it?”

“Please…” I practically begged. “Please, I need it so much.”

“What do you need?” Gaven asked as I felt his fingers open me. They pressed along either side of my hole, spreading my lips as I clenched my inner muscles. “Tell me, and perhaps I’ll give it to you.”

“You … Master,” I said. “I need you.”

A beat passed between us. Silence, and then I heard his response. The softness of his voice is as unfamiliar as the hoarse note it carries. “Right answer,” he said. A split second later, his lips covered my pussy and his tongue pushed inside.

I cried out as he licked at my hole, driving his tongue into my cunt over and over again as he devoured me. No other man had ever made me feel this way. No other man had ever even come close.

As I held myself open for my Master, I felt myself fade. Gaven ate my pussy like a man starved. He nipped at the bud of my clit with his teeth every once in a while, likely to hear my voice because it was the only time I cried out. I was too overwhelmed, otherwise, by the pleasure of his lips and tongue as he sucked my hole and sent me exactly where he promised—Heaven.

“Come, baby,” I heard Gaven groan into my cunt. “Come all over my face like the hungry slut that you are. I want you to soak me in your juices before I give you a baby.”

That was all it took. His permission rolled through me and in the next instant, I felt my orgasm slam into me. My insides collided and cramped with the power of it. Sobs broke free from my throat as I arched my back. Sweat coated my skin, making the soft baby strands at the edges of my face stick to my skin.

It wasn’t enough for Gaven, though. As I came, I felt his arm come under me, lifting me against him as he pressed his face between my legs. The scrape of his bearded scruff moved against my inner thighs, heightening the pleasure and pain as—after so long—I was allowed my release.

It was dangerously long, clouding all of my thoughts until I couldn’t feel anything but what his mouth was doing to me. Finally, after what felt like an eternity among the clouds, he eased himself away, and I found myself drifting back to reality.

“Not yet, love.”

I moaned at Gaven’s words as he anchored himself between my legs. As he filled me, sliding into my cunt with sure strokes, I felt my thighs trembling. That same feeling of euphoria rolled through me again.

Tears filled my eyes and dripped down my temples. Reaching up, Gaven’s fingers latched onto my nipples. He twisted and tortured the needy little buds. “Soon, your tits are going to be filled,” he said. “You’ll be even more sensitive than you are now.”

His fingers disappeared and a moment later, his mouth landed on them. All the while, his cock still thrust into my insides, spearing through my pussy with sharp, forceful movements. A cramping in my lower belly assaulted me.

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