Page 103 of The Final Faceoff
Hailey shudders, her breath ragged, lips wet and swollen. Her pupils are blown wide, hunger painted across every inch of her face. She knows what I want. What I’m about to take. And, fuck, she loves it.
I grip her hair again, tugging her back into position, her mouth parting on instinct. Obedient. Perfect. Mine.
“That’s it,” I murmur, dragging the head of my cock along her lower lip, smearing my release against her mouth before pressing forward. “Open up for me, baby. I’m not finished with you yet. I’m going to fill that pretty mouth of yours—possess it.”
She obeys instantly, tongue flicking against the tip, teasing me with a kitten-soft lick before I snap my hips forward, shoving myself deep into that perfect, hot mouth.
She gags, but I don’t let up. I keep her there, holding her head in place, making her take all of me.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, jaw tight, hips rolling as I start to fuck her mouth in slow, measured thrusts. “You love this, don’t you? Love being used like this?”
She moans around me, the vibrations shooting straight through my spine.
I chuckle darkly, tightening my grip, forcing her to look up at me. “You wanted my cock so bad you begged for it in public. Now you take it. Every inch, baby.”
I thrust deeper, watching her throat work as she swallows me down.
Her nails dig into my thighs, a desperate whimper breaking free, but she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull away. If anything, she leans into it, pressing forward, taking me deeper like the good girl she is.
“Fuck, Hailey, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” My voice is ragged, laced with possession. “So desperate to please me.”
She whimpers, and I feel it—feel her body responding, feel the way she’s dripping for this, fucking addicted to being owned like this.
I thrust harder, chasing that sweet, devastating release, her throat slick and hot, her mouth stretching to take all of me. Every sound she makes sends another jolt of pleasure down my spine.
“Look at you,” I murmur, watching tears gather in the corners of her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her lips stretched wide around me. “Taking it so well. Such a good girl.”
I’m close—so fucking close—but I’m not letting up. Not until I own every inch of her.
I grip her jaw, forcing her to take one last brutal thrust, my cock buried to the hilt in her mouth. My vision blurs, my muscles lock, and then I’m gone—coming hard down her throat, spilling inside her, holding her there as I ride it out, claiming her. Mine. My pretty mouth. My Hailey.
“Swallow,” I command, my voice dark and wrecked. “Every fucking drop.”
She does.
I watch her throat work, drinking me down like she was made for this. Like she wouldn’t dare waste a single drop.
Fuck.
The second I let her go, she slumps against my thigh, her breath hot and uneven, her body spent. My chest tightens at the sight of her—so perfect, so fucking good for me.
I cup her jaw, tilting her face up so I can see her, really see her. Her lips are still wet, cheeks flushed, those pretty eyes hazy with satisfaction. But I don’t miss the way her body trembles, the way her fingers grip the front of my jacket like she needs something to ground her.
I smirk, dragging my thumb along her lower lip, pressing just enough to part them. “You did so fucking good for me, baby,” I murmur, my voice low, still thick with possession.
She exhales shakily, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips, and, fuck, that’s all it takes.
I don’t just kiss her—I take her mouth, crushing my lips against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. The mix of her warmth, her need, and me floods my senses, and I groan, deep and wrecked, as I tilt her head back, angling her exactly where I want her.
She whimpers into my mouth, soft and sweet, and I swallow the sound, sucking on her lower lip before pulling back just enough to murmur, “Messy girl. You love it, don’t you?”
Her breath is uneven, her nails digging into my chest. “Yes.”
My smirk deepens as I press another kiss to her swollen lips, slower this time, letting her feel every second of it. “I know, baby. That’s why you’re mine. My beautiful, good girl.”
She exhales shakily, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at me. “Yeah?”
I chuckle, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her into my lap, cradling her against my chest. “Yeah,” I murmur, my voice low, soothing. “So goddamn good. I’m so proud of you.”
