Page 43 of Kiss the Villain

That should turn me off, but I’m grinding into him, groaning as he uses our precum to lube us up.

“I said.” He slows his pace. “Say it again.”

“Please.” My voice is so hoarse, I barely recognize it, but I don’t care. If he stops again, I might die of frustration.

My mind is in a blissful blur as I thrust into his hand.

He rubs us together harder, faster, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Mmm…your cock feels so good. You’re leaking all over me.”

“Fuck…fuck…I’m…I’m…”

“That’s it. Fall into it.Feelwhat you do to me, baby.”

“Fuck…oh God…please…I’m close…please…”

“So impatient. So fucking beautiful.” He groans, his voice dripping with lust as he squeezes us with that sinfully good roughness. “Come with me, baby.”

I don’t know if it’s his words or the way he touches me, or all the above, but I can’t hold it in.

I wish I could.

If I weren’t on the drugs, I would’ve held out better and convinced myself I was disgusted, appalled, and downright creeped out.

I would’ve put up a fight.

That’s what I tell myself as I come the hardest I ever have. Against his dick. Spurts of my cum shoot all over the place, and he joins with a guttural groan.

Our cum mixes, covering his hands, and splashing my abs and his thighs.

I blink hard, but my head is complete mush.

But I still search my memories for a better orgasm. I do, thinking it’s imperative to find that and my sanity, but I come up empty.

I’m deeply disturbed and fascinated that this is the best orgasm I’ve had in my almost twenty-two years of life.

“What a mess. Always a fucking mess, little monster,” he muses, his voice rougher, deeper, and, if I were into men—which I’mnot—attractive.

And for some reason, some fucked reason also calleddrugs, I can’t stop coming, staring at him as he continues jerking up, using the cum as lube.

It’s gross.

I tell myself that over and over, but then he does something.

The motherfucker leans down and wraps his mouth around my crown, sucking me dry of cum. The feel of his hot, wet mouth makes me moan out loud. “Fuuuuck…goddamn it…fucking hell…”

I come more in his mouth, unable to stop myself, because why the fuck does it feel good?

I never think about mouths when I’m being blown. So why…?

My question remains hanging in the air as he lifts his head and sucks cum off his hand, making a show of licking and letting me watch.

Ourcum.

His and mine.

I swear to fucking God, I’m castrating my cock because even spent, the motherfucker twitches to life at the view.

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