Page 59 of Dance of Ruin

God, she’s so clearly not very practiced at this. I can feel it in every hesitant flick of her tongue. But there’s no hesitation in her eyes.

Only heat. Shame.Desire.

I thrust a little deeper. Her eyes flutter, her throat tightening as she sputters slightly. Spit and precum bubble where her lips are stretched taut around my cock.

I begin to fuck her mouth in slow, deliberate strokes, one hand gripping her hair, the other steadying her head.

I’m not gentle.

I’m going to push her.

I’m no sadist, but this is about control. It’s me using her exactly how I want—and herlettingme.

Spit dribbles down her cheeks as she chokes and moans around me, her jaw opening wider. Her brows knit when I slide deeper, pushing into her throat. She gags again, a broken sound echoing in the space between us.

I don’t stop.

I twist my fingers in her hair, wrapping my other hand around her throat to pull her slightly closer and angle her head perfectly.

“Look at you,” I rasp. “Taking my dick like a good little fuck toy. Like a greedy, eager little cocksucker.”

She moans around me, eyes fluttering closed for just a second—then opening again, wild and hazy.

Her tongue iseverywhere. Her lips suck greedily. She’s drooling on her own neck and she doesn’t even realize it.

My hand slides over her chest, palming her breast. Her nipple is hard as glass, and I roll it between my fingers, grunting when her body arches, even in this position.

I slip my other hand down, between her legs, to her clit.

She jolts. Moans.Whimpers.

I grin.

“What ahungrypussy,” I taunt, fingers rubbing tight circles over the little bundle of nerves that has her trembling. “Makingsucha fucking mess, like a good girl.”

She moans around my cock, shuddering. Her tongue begins to work faster as it swirls around my swollen head.

“Say thank you, Naomi,” I groan. “Thank me for your punishment. Say ‘Thank you, Sir, forwrecking me’.”

She groans deeply, eyes rolling back in her head as she hollows her cheeks around my cock. She mumbles words thatmightbe what I just told her to say. Either way, the vibrations from her attempts have my balls drawing up tight.

Fuck, I could come just from watching her pretty lips struggle to take it all.

I reach over her with both hands now, plunging two fingers from one into her pussy, sliding the other down to grip the base of the small plug. Her whimpers grow louder, needier, and more desperate as I start to twist it slowly, letting the friction tease her ass.

She doesn’t just moan. Doesn’t merely whimper.

She goesberserk.

Naomi starts to writhe and shake and shudder. Her knees tremble, her toes curling against the edge of the desk as I stroke two fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy and twist the plug in her ass.

I groan deeply, ramming my cock into the back of her throat. She hums and moans around me, sucking wetly and loudly, the wet, squelching sound of my dick fucking her mouth filling the office.

I can feel it…the clench. The shift in her breath. The stuttering tension in her legs.

Then she breaks, like a wave crashing against the shore.

Her spine arches and a cry of release wrenches from her throat as her mouth goes slack around my cock. A high, strangled sound escapes her, muffled and desperate, and then her whole body seizes up, the orgasm ripping through her like a live wire.

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