Page 95 of Injustice and Absolution

“Oh, fuck... Drew... God, yes.”I hold his mouth tightly to my core as I ride his tongue through the waves of my climax.

I may not understand his fantasy, but it’s not mine to understand. I was wrong to fear it, to fear him or his anger by accepting it.

And if this is the sweet reward I’ll receive for acting on it, it’s something I’ll gladly do for him again and again.

“Fuck, Delilah,” Drew moans when I finally let his head go. “You taste so fucking good.”

Going in for more, he fucks me with his tongue while wildly rubbing his fingers over my clit. He catches me in his mouth again, but this time he doesn’t drink it down. Standing, he runs his soaked fingers along my bottom lip then tugs my jaw open wider than it already is.

Positioning himself over me, he lets the liquid slowly slither out of his mouth and into mine. The taste of me mixed with his saliva drives me wild, and I eagerly take more of what he offers.

Moving his head around, he dribbles my cum over my exposed tits and down my heaving chest and stomach. Stopping only to coat my clit with the remainder.

“Do you like the way you taste, you dirty, dirty girl?” He grips my face with one hand and squeezes my cheeks together, forcing my mouth to stay open.

“Yes,” I reply as best I can with him in control of my jaw.

Without warning, he spits into my mouth, chilling the heat that roars through me.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m back on the sofa last week while Drew thrusts into me with unrelenting fury as I cry through the shame.

I’m back on the floor of Mathieu, struggling beneath the large, silent beast of a man, stabbing through my pussy with his girthy fingers.

The sudden recollection causes my legs to close, and my hands instinctively cover my breasts.

Drew doesn’t notice the change in my demeanor. Either that or he doesn’t care as he works his shirt off. His pants follow before his hand grips mine, and he pulls me out of my chair.

Turning my body so my back is to his chest, he wraps his arms around me. One hand kneads my breast, the other dives between my legs.

But the lust I felt for him a moment ago has completely evaporated, and it won’t be returning tonight.

“Do you know how hard, and hot, it was, watching you in here with him? Knowing it wasn’t me your ass was grinding on?”

I don’t answer as he kisses the side of my neck all the way up to my ear. I wait for the urge to move away from his touch to come, but it doesn’t.

I feel nothing.

“Feel that?” He nudges his cock between my ass cheeks, but the best I can offer him is a noncommittal grunt.

The sound appeases him, and I realize he probably thinks my inability to speak is due to being overcome with desire. I don’t care to tell him otherwise. Emotionless, I let his mouth and hands peruse my body.

Finally having his fill of touching me, he grips his cock then runs it up and down over my back entrance, and I brace myself for what could be next. I feel his mouth at my ear as his tip settles against the tight muscled ring nestled there.

“Shall we explore some unfamiliar territory tonight, naughty girl?”

As I remain silent, he pushes himself against me, his indecision causing torment within me that he knows nothing about.

“Nah...” he whispers, finally putting me out of my misery. “Maybe next time.”

He painfully pulls my earlobe between his teeth, before letting go and pushing me over the arm of the chair. The sudden movement forces a startled gasp from my chest that he confuses with pleasure.

“Oh, you liked that, dirty girl? You want it rough tonight?”

My cheek is greeted by a soft yet cold and wet cushion. I recognize the fact that my cum dribbled over my body earlier and into its upholstery.

I wonder how many other people’s bodily fluids it’s joining.

With one arm trapped beneath my body, Drew takes my other arm and twists it behind my back. Holding me in place, he lines himself up with my opening then pushes through with a forceful thrust. Before my body has time to recover from the pain, his other hand crushes my head into the cushion.

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