Page 84 of Kiss the Villain

And it’s making my cock hard.

It’s not even funny anymore. I’m being humiliated in the worst way possible and I’m hard?

Why?

Just why does the pain he inflicts make me so horny?

I rub my legs together, trying to get friction, something,anything.

“Your mouth was made to take cock.”Thrust.Hold. “Mycock. You look pretty when being stuffed full withmycock.”

“Mmf,” I mumble around his girth, and I don’t know what I’m trying to say, or why my chest squeezed when he called me pretty.

“Your fuckhole will also take my cock so deep, you’ll lose your goddamn mind. It’s only a matter of time.”Thrust.“You despise the idea of submitting because it shatters the grandiose image you have of yourself, but Iwillhave you beneath me, whether you like it or not. You’ll take my cock in my pussy and thank me for it.”

I struggle to breathe, my ears ringing as he forces his cock all the way down my throat. I swallow around it, my airways constricting, and the discomfort sending a rush to my balls.

“You had the chance to fuck me, and you still played with your knife like the little deranged psycho you are. You know why?” He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling at the roots. “Because you love being dominated, and you sure as hell don’t like putting in the work. Bet it bored you to death with the girls.”

I try to shake my head, to hit, to do anything, but I can’t. I’m trapped by both his touch and his words.

It’s breaking me down, stripping away the things I thought I knew about myself.

Because it’s true. I really,reallyhated putting in the effort.

My least favorite thing about sex, actually.

Still thrusting into my mouth, Kayden reaches behind him and lowers my boxers just enough to grab my cock, stroking it in that delicious rough way.

Precum trickles onto his fingers and he uses it to jerk me painfully, just the way I like it.

The way heknowsI like it.

I grunt around him, huffing a breath that makes him groan, the humming sound spreading in my chest.

God, I’m close.

I’m so stimulated and wound up, I’ll come in no time.

“See? You’re getting so hard by being used like a little slut.” He thrusts deeper, brutally, making me feel his wrath, his punishment. “No one’s ever seen you like this, and no one ever will.”

I breathe through my nose, gasping around his large cock, the veins pulsing against my tongue, the walls of my mouth, and I’m feeling every agonizing inch.

Every aggression he promised.

He’s big, likereallyhuge in both length and girth, close to nine inches, if not more, so it actually hurts to be throat-fucked by his cock.

The fact that he doesn’t hold back somehow makes me twitch and shudder in his hand.

It makes me so horny, too, because I’m apparently into pain.

So much so, my balls are close to explosion.

Just when I’m about to come, he fists the gland hard and presses on my cock’s opening.

“Mffuck…” I groan and protest, but he just keeps thrusting and thrusting, andthrusting, while his hand on my cock remains motionless.

“This is a punishment, not a reward. You don’t get to come.” His pace grows rougher and more frantic, and I’m in agony. Because he won’t let me come.

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