Page 67 of Riot's Thorn
I narrow my brows and force myself to look her in the eyes. “No. I wouldn’t.”
“You don’t have to lie. Just because you’re in a. . . whatever this is with me doesn’t mean you can’t objectively agree someone is good-looking.”
“I’ve never been in a ‘whatever this is,’ so I can’t say for sure, but for me, that’s exactly what it means.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, curious why this is such a novel idea. “Is that not normal?”
“No. The opposite, actually, at least from what my friends have described.”
“Why would they be in a relationship if they didn’t want to be with that person?”
“They’re just looking for something better, I guess.”
“Then that’s the difference.” I suck the thin skin of her neck into my mouth and bite before slowly releasing it. “There’s nothing better than you. The way you taste, the way you look, the way you think, the way you get off on the same things I do. You’re perfect.”
“I wouldn’t say perfect, given how we ended up together.”
“Fate works in mysterious ways.” I cup her pert ass.
“You believe in fate.”
“I didn’t before you, but I have no other explanation for how you ended up with me.” I grip her hips and shift her down so my hard cock is nestled between her pussy lips. She gasps, a sound that’s fast becoming my favorite. I wonder if she’d let me record it so I can play it whenever I need to relax.
“I want you inside me.” She spreads her legs.
“Not tonight. You’re still being punished.”
“What? But you said?—”
“You took your punishment well. I didn’t say that was it.”
She pouts. “What’s the rest of my punishment? I want to get it over with.”
“Why’s that?” I ask, even though I know it’s because she never got to come.
“The sooner it’s over, the sooner I get to have fun too.”
“Ask nicely.”
She rolls her eyes, making me twist her nipple hard until she apologizes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“If you want to be punished, ask for it like the good fuck toy you are.”
“Please, can I have my punishment?” This time, her tone is much more polite.
“You may. Lie on your back.” She rolls off me, and once she’s settled, I shift positions until I’m straddling her head.
“What are you doing?”
“Not me, you. My little cum dumpster is going to suck my cock. Open.” I tap the tip of my cock on her lip, leaving a trail of pre-cum. “And you’re not going to stop until my balls are drained.”
She drags her teeth over her lip. “Okay.”
Her lips part, and I feed her my dick inch by inch. “Mmm, you like having me in your mouth, don’t you?” She hums, and I feel it vibrate throughout my crotch. “In this position, there’s only so much you can take, but this is just where we’re starting. By the end of the night, I’ll be so deep down your throat, you’ll be kissing my balls.”
She scratches her nails down my ass, the sting spurring me on. With no makeup on, her damp hair wild on her pillow, and her lips wrapped around me, she’s never looked more beautiful. I push just deep enough to make her gag, enjoying the constriction around my tip.
