Page 59 of Babalon

“Mmm, there we go. Just like that, Nadia.”

Drawing back once again, I thrust into her mouth. Pushing past her reflexes then back out until her lips cradle the crown. Holding her in place, I set a steady rhythm, fucking her greedy mouth. She’s good at running it, but I be damned if she isn’t good at letting me ruin a damn thing for her, too.

I can’t contain the groans and gasps falling loosely from my own lips. It’s been so damn long since I’ve had a mouth, and Nadia's is everything I have ever dreamed it would be--eager, filled with drool, and struggling to take me.

As I push deep into her, she participates instead of shying away, always up for a challenge. Her pouts wrap around me more firmly, tongue teasing the vein running the length of my shaft each time I thrust. Don’t get me started on the suction she applies when I withdraw, not allowing me to get too far away, she’s going to unman me. Greedy girl.

I’d fall apart for her if she’d just stop being so damn difficult.

The lewd sounds of her gagging and slurping fill the space between us. There’s no need for words when she’s so well behaved right now. The concentration evident on her stunning face when I look down to watch her. My own eyes heavy with lust, silently begging for her to continue.

Stilling, I let her rock back and forth, taking my cock at the speed and depth she wants for a moment. My hand uncurling from her hair to pull her hair tie out, then placing it around my wrist. A small piece of her I never have to give back.

This is mine now.

Her raven hair tumbles down to her shoulders and falls over them in thick swaths, framing her face in a way I’ve never seen before. Running both hands through her hair, I tangle them at her crown and grip. Wrenching her head back, my cock slips from her mouth leaving her gasping with saliva covering her chin.

Leaning in, I won’t stop myself, I need to taste her. Claiming her mouth with my own, my tongue slips effortlessly into the heat of hers, deepening the kiss, sweeping the slick muscle into her to feast. That’s what I am, I am starving. She feeds me in ways that she will never comprehend, and I can’t seem to get enough.

Feeling her soften, I continue to devour her lush lips—tasting myself on them, a blend of salty with her sweetness. My teeth bite into the tender cushion of her bottom one then I scrape backward, pulling the flesh with me until it pops free, and she whines.

Pressing my forehead against hers, eyes closed, I try to breathe through what the fuck is happening in my head and chest. Three years, it’s been three years since she started working at DWCI and that’s not near enough. I want more.

“You’re such a good girl for me, taking my dick the way you do. You still need to be punished, though. When I put myself back in your mouth, I’m going to be harsh, if it becomes too much, you clank your cuffs against the frame three times. Do you understand?”

“Y— yes, Kace,” she says with a squirm.

Good god, I’m done for.

Straightening up, she opens immediately, and I thrust into her mouth. Grabbing both sides of her head I shove all the way to the back ‘til her nose and chin met my groin. Her hands squeezing into tight fists, pulling at her restraints again.

Her wrists are going to wear those marks for days— good.

Recanting my hips, I do it over and over again, forcing myself past her tonsils with each thrust. Her poor throat constricting around me as I press past those abused lumps of flesh.

She’s going to be so sore tomorrow—remembering everything I’ve done to her. When she speaks, back talks, or gets snippy, she will feel the memory of my dick punishing her skinny throat.

Pushing in all the way, I hold my position, watching her eyes turn red with tears. The fat salty drops falling over her bottom lash line as I choke her. Unraveling my right hand from her dark strands, I slap her just hard enough until her cheek turns red. After the last one, she winces, likely thinking she’s going to get hit again. Instead, I withdraw from her as grin pulls at the corners of my lips as she chokes—the drool that has pooled in her mouth now floods over her chin and down her neck.

“You’re not done yet, baby. Catch your breath. You okay?”

“F—fuck.” She coughs through the word.

“Yeah, I’m… okay,” Nadia finish’s, her voice already starting to become raspy.

When she parts her puffy lips and holds her mouth open again, my heart squeezes and flutters at the same time.

This crazy bitch was made for me.

I lose myself in her all over again. Sinking into her wet heat makes my balls drawing up and my head tilt back, allowing another moan escape. The feeling of her mouth is so overwhelming, for a moment, I swear it steals my breath.

“N—Nadia, baby, don’t stop.” Now I’m the one begging.

Letting her lead, Nadia leans back and starts to suck on just my damn head, and I lose my fucking mind. The most sensitive part of me in her hot mouth, her skilled tongue flicking against it while I swell and pulse.

Groaning through it, I pour cum into her mouth and over the back of her tongue. My orgasm causing the muscles in my legs to tense up as I push up on the tips of my toes and struggle for balance. As I fight to remain grounded.

“Son of a bitch, Nadia… sto—fuck, don’t stop. Go on, suck me dry.”

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