Page 89 of The Devil's Hunt

Archer stared into my eyes, and his breath hitched as I spoke. He took a step back, a devious grin spreading across his face.

"As you wish, Mila," he growled, his hands reaching down to undo his belt.

The sound of the leather clasp unbuckling echoed through the room as he stepped out of his jeans, leaving him standing before me in nothing but his boxers. He kicked them off, revealing his thick erection, fully hard and pressing against the fabric.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," he demanded.

I had thought about it and fantasized about it, but the reality of it was overwhelming. My heart pounded as I dropped to my knees before him. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, my fingers brushing up against the sensitive skin.

"Slowly," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine.

I took my time, tracing the length of his shaft with my tongue, savoring the taste and the feel of him. My tongue flicked over the head, his arousal leaking out and coating my lips. I took him into my mouth, feeling my throat stretch around him as I swallowed. He was too big, and I struggled to open my mouth to accommodate him. I gagged slightly, but didn’t pull away.

Iwantedthis.

Ineededthis.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned, his hands threading through my hair as he thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into my mouth.

I wanted him to control it, to take all of me, to show me what it felt like to be with him completely, but I struggled to breathe, his arousal coating the back of my throat.

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he said, and I obeyed, sucking in air through my nostrils while keeping him in my mouth.

I moved my head up and down, trying to adjust to his size, sliding my saliva-covered lips up and down his shaft. I caught his eyes, and he gave me a nod of approval.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his tone soft and soothing.

His words were like a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge of panic. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, trying to keep it steady and even. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, the tip hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. He groaned low, the sound reverberating through his body and into mine.

His hands tightened in my hair, guiding me, setting the pace. I chose to follow him, my body in sync with his movements, my throat opening and closing around him. It was definitely not pretty, but it was raw, real, and undeniably intimate.

He pulled my head away from him abruptly, his erection glistening with my saliva. I looked up at him, my face flushed and my heart pounding. He was staring down at me, his eyes dark with desire.

"I'm going to come," he growled. "And I want you to swallow all of it."

I swallowed nervously, the idea of taking his cum into my mouth and throat making me slightly queasy.

"I'll swallow," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper.

He grinned, a devilish gleam in his eyes. "Good girl.”

He thrust his hips forward, his erection hitting the back of my throat, and I choked back my gag reflex. He held my head in place, his fingers digging into my scalp as he began to thrust harder andfaster. I could feel his cock getting bigger, filling my mouth and throat until I was gasping for air, desperate for oxygen.

"Please," I choked out, pulling my mouth back. My eyes watered, and hot tears streamed down my face. "I can't breathe."

"You want my cum, don't you?" he growled, his voice a ragged whisper. "You want to swallow my sin, feel it fill your belly?"

I nodded, unable to find words, my throat constricting around his cock. My body was aching for release, for this connection with him, even if it meant I had to suffer for it.

"Then take it all, baby," he commanded, his hips now pounding into my face, his cock sliding in and out of my throat with brutal force. "Take every last drop of me."

I did as he said, my body trembling with the effort of holding in my air, my lungs begging for relief.

He grunted and pushed harder, his hips slamming against my face as he came. The warmth of his cum hit the back of my throat, and I struggled to keep it down, but the feeling of him filling me was overwhelming. I panicked for a moment, struggling to swallow all of it, my body locked in a battle for air. But I pushed through the pain, swallowing harder and harder, taking every last drop into me.

When he pulled away, I collapsed to the floor, my body wracked with convulsions. I was spent, my mind and body limp, my throat raw and swollen.

Archer knelt down beside me, his hand on my cheek, his eyes soft and tender. "You did well, Mila," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "You took every last drop of me."

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