Page 75 of Mariposa
He yanks my ponytail upwards until I’m facing his cold, punishing stare. I hiss, but how does he know which buttonsto push? The long, deep scar on his right eye creases when he smiles.
“You use your teeth, and I won’t be fucking your mouth; it’ll be the back of your throat that gets it. How’s that for an apology?”
I love it when he’s mean to me.
He pushes it inside my mouth, and my clit throbs.
“Such a puny dick,” I spit with rage, knowing damn well it should be illegal to have a cock that thick and long. I’m getting under his skin on purpose because whenever I act like a brat, he punishes me for it.
My tongue laps him like it was made for me, and his taste has me eager to devour him until I see stars. He starts to fuck my throat viciously with grunts and moans. Pain shoots into my flesh like he wants me to remember this moment for the rest of my life. Hell, I want him to remember this moment for the rest of his life. I like him too damn much already. I know that.
“If it’s so small, then why the fuck are you bleeding tears for me right now?” I gurgle on his girth as he continues to roll his hips and thrusts wildly.
Warmth rolls down both cheeks, my mascara running down and blurring my vision with black flecks. He keeps going, and then he closes my nostrils with his fingers so I can’t breathe.
Fucker.
I whimper, and my muscles twitch, but then he slaps my face, stunning me until I’m wetter. The slap was hot and harsh, but not enough to hurt, and more than enough to turn me on.
Does slapping turn me on? It sure as fuck does now.
I narrow my eyes, sending daggers into those mesmerizing pale blue and vibrant deep green eyes.
“Why can’t you talk?” he taunts me as he pulls my ponytail tighter, and I suck harder.
“Maybe if you stop complaining so fucking much and admit you missed me, I’llthinkabout letting you come,” he tells me with a cold tone as he admires me on my knees, choking on his length.
I’ve missed his taste. No one has ever made me feel the things he has. His balls slap my chin, and it only makes my pussy clench on air.
“Tell me you missed me. Scream it.”
He pulls out just enough for me to talk and move my tongue before he’s ramming it back in. I suck harder, tasting every single vein and the shape of his dick; he tastes so addicting. I can suck him off all night if he lets me.
He slides out, letting my nose go.
“I missed you! You asshole!”
Slamming his thick massive cock back inside my mouth, I gag, but I regain my composure quickly. The way he’s moving, his rough possessive need to own me—it’s exhilarating.
He pulls out of my mouth, ropes of saliva trailing after, and traces my lips with his head. His pre-cum is dripping from his tip. “I bet if I tear off your panties right now, your pussy will be dripping wet, begging me to fuck it. Or maybe I should take your ass while your pussy weeps for me?Maybethen you’ll beg for it and say please like a good fucking girl.”
Anal? No one has ever fucked me there before, but Kade makes me so damn curious. His cock is beautiful, and I’d like him to fuck me every which way he can.
Massaging his balls, I look up at him as he narrows his brows at me, tightening his grip on my hair as I continue to take his length, deep throating him to no end.
“Fuck,” he groans. “It’s such a shame your pussy is so off-limits to me, because I’ve been wanting to fuck it until you’re screaming for me to stop, and when you do, I’ll fuck you just a bit harder.”
He thrusts faster, making me gag. I smile as he makes me choke on it.
“Harder, Kade.”
The sound of me sucking, savoring his taste…everything about Kade…has me wanting to rub myself. I clench my thighs together as he fucks my throat deeper until more tears are falling down my cheeks and saliva is dripping off my chin. Hetsks, shaking his head. He kicks my thighs apart with his boot and slaps my hand away from moving into my panties. His thrusts speed up until warmth fills my throat. He spills his cum inside me with a loud growl and slows his movements, but he pushes deeper until he’s practically down my throat.
As soon as he pulls out, I swallow every drop.
“Good girl,” he rasps, tucking his cock back into his boxers. He buttons himself back up while I’m soaking wet. He smirks cruelly and grabs me by the jaw while I’m still on my knees.
“Do you want to come, Mariposa?” His voice is intertwined with disdain.
