Page 40 of Chasing Sarah

She leans forward and licks the tip, pulling a hiss from me. I grip her hair tightly. “Did I say you could lick my cock,mo réalta?” Her eyes narrow and she slowly shakes her head.

“No, I didn’t. Only good girls get to enjoy licking and sucking my cock. Brats get their faces fucked until they’re a drooling, crying mess.” I pull her head back and she snarls.

“Hands behind your back.”

I’m so wet, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a puddle underneath me. My scalp stings from how tightly Rhys has my bun in his fist.

My pussy is sore from how many times we’ve had sex, but I can’t get enough of this man. The need he invokes is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. His roughness is addictive. I need this man to make me submissive. I need him to take what he wants from me. To use me for his pleasure.

I don’t understand it. I’ve never been this way with anyone else but there is just something powerful and freeing with Rhys. Something that makes me want to be whatever he tells me to be.

I lock my arms behind my back and wait for further instruction from the beast of a man towering over me.

Satisfaction flares in his eyes.

“Good fucking girl. See? Isn’t it nice to be obedient?” he praises and a shiver travels down my spine.

“Yes.” My voice is a breathy, needy moan.

He cups my chin and caresses my cheek. The gentleness is a contrast to the fire that burns in his green eyes.

“Open that beautiful mouth, Sarah.”

My jaw relaxes and I sit with my mouth wide, tongue out, waiting for him to fuck my face. Gripping the base of his cock, he rubs my upper lip with the velvety head. Precum leaks from its slit.

I can’t control my tongue as it slowly laps the slight saltiness.

My eyes lift to Rhys’. His mouth is lax, eyes hooded.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking exquisite on your knees for me.” His voice is raspy with lust. He slaps the tip of his cock against my tongue once… twice…then thrusts inside my mouth. I gag when he hits the back of my throat.

I struggle to take him fully; tears pool in my eyes before sliding down my cheeks. Drool drips from my mouth, landing on my thighs.

The room fills with the wet gurgles of me taking his cock and the deep groans and curses that fall from his lips.

Everything about this is erotic and dirty.I fucking love it.

Rhys’ hand releases my hair, and he cups the back of my head with both hands, holding me in place. He shoves his length deep into my throat and my nose hits his pubic bone. Then with an animalistic growl, he explodes.

His cum shoots down my throat and I have no choice but to swallow every last drop.

I’m so aroused that my heartbeat pulses in my core. Pressing my heel against my clit, I grind until I’m at the crest before the blissful fall into my orgasm.

A string of spit follows when he pulls out of me.

“Holy fuck.” He breathes then hoists me up. I wrap my arms and legs around him.

He gently presses his lips against mine then his eyes roam over my face. My stomach flips when I see –feel– the affection that reflects in his irises.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers.

My face softens but my heart tightens.

I can’t get close to him. I can’t allow myself to fall for this man. The pain of losing my brothers nearly killed me and Rhys could easily become my entire world.

Losing him would destroy me.

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