Page 24 of Fervent

I was scum. Worse than scum.

She’d been shoved to her knees, her mouth forced to fuck me, and I wanted nothing more than to explode down her throat, camera, assholes, and spotlights be damned.

“Sweetie, let’s hear some moaning.” Cleft pushed her further onto my dick. “Make it good for the audience.”

Brock snickered. What I wouldn’t give to send my fist into his face again. I yanked at the chains, and the clink of metal on metal echoed through the room.

Alex moaned, and my whole body twitched at the vibration of her tongue. Pressure built in my balls. I clenched my hands into fists. “Don’t make her do this.”

“Unless you want Brock to bloody her ass again, you’ll keep your fucking swimmers inside your balls until I give you permission.” Cleft’s lips curved into a ruthless smile. He pressed against her skull and shoved her flush with my groin. Her throat had no choice but to suck down my cock.

She gagged, but her eyes…fuck, those eyes never wavered from mine for a moment. Smudges of dirt sullied her forehead and cheeks, and her curls surrounded her face in a riot of tangles, but she’d never looked so gorgeous.

Or tempting.

My legs quaked from the effort of keeping myself upright on my toes, and each pump of blood in my body rushed straight to my dick.

Cleft yanked her off then impaled her on my shaft again.

She moaned. I moaned.

We were both fucked, because in that moment, I knew she was getting something out of this too.

“Make him beg to blow his load.” He tugged on her hair, and my cock sprang free, jutting straight out and leaking my shame all over her heaving tits. “If he ain’t begging, you ain’t doing it right. C’mon, slut. Give us a good show.”

She sucked and bobbed, letting out tiny whimpers and slurping noises, and I bit back a groan. My balls tightened, and my hips had a mind of their own. I thrust deeper. Fuck. I couldn’t get deep enough.

“Beg,” Cleft ordered. He pulled her back slightly and folded his fingers around the base of my dick, pumping while Alex’s lips slipped on and off my tip in quick, maddening slides.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I groaned. I wanted to turn it off—the need tearing through me, leaving me in shattered pieces, all of them hurtling toward her amazing mouth.

“Grab the whip, Brock.”

“No!” My eyes flew open, but Brock was already passing the camera off to Vinnie.

Cleft clamped her nose between thumb and forefinger, and he held her to me, her lips stretching wide around my base.

“Your man’s not begging. Guess he’s got balls of restraint. Tell me, sugar, can you take Brock’s lashes without chomping off your boyfriend’s junk?”

Alex fought his hold. “Never mind, don’t answer that, seeing as how you can’t talk or breathe right now.” He allowed her a few seconds to suck in air through her nose before he plugged it again.

“Don’t do this,” I said, my gaze glued to Brock as he grabbed a coiled whip down from the rack.

“Ah, now we’re gonna get to the begging part.” Cleft shifted to the side as Brock approached Alex. He stood several feet behind her, clenching the handle of the whip in his eager fist.

“I’ll give you one last breath.” Cleft released her nose, and she drew in air, her eyes huge and pleading with me as her lungs filled. “Try not to take off your man’s cock, okay?”

Something familiar tickled my mind, a flash of her hoarding air as if she were about to die, her naked body submerged in water between my legs. Before I could examine the memory further, the whip swooshed through the air and struck her backside. Screeching around my shaft, she clamped down hard with her teeth.

I hissed in a breath, my muscles taut, and lost balance. Extending to my toes again, I tried not to cry out like a pussy. She loosened her jaw, and the pain echoed through me, a warning of the damage she might do if she lost total control under the next sharp bite of the whip.

Cleft allowed her a moment to breathe as his dark gaze pinned me. “Beg to blow your load.”

“Please,” I said.

“That didn’t sound convincing enough.”

“Fuck you!” I winced, immediately regretting my loss of temper because Brock struck her again. Her teeth came close to ripping into my cock, which would hurt like fuck, but I was more furious at myself.

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