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The urge to test her is strong, to see how well she’d obey me if I told her no, but then I imagine how tight her throat will get as she does and nod even though she can’t see me.
“Once. Any other orgasms you have tonight will be caused by me and only me.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” The word makes my cock throb in her hand as she draws me backin, and it doesn’t take long for her to get herself there.
She’s gagging on my cock and pushing deeper as her throat constricts, the movement causing my leg to shake as I leak on the back of her tongue. “Keep doing that and you’re gonna make me come.”
Again, she only pulls off long enough to talk. “Give it to me. Breed my mouth, Daddy.” The top of the stall creaks under my grip as both hands return to my cock and she sucks the head like she’s dying for it.
Oh fuck.
Atley is about to suck the cum straight out of my balls like a vacuum and I’m too weak to stop it.
I can’t buy time or form words so I can demand I breed her pussy, because although that is a dream of mine, so is this. I’ve never been harder in my life as I mumble her name and my hips begin to jerk, and as cum begins to shoot down her tight little throat, I almost ask her to marry me.
She swallows every single drop then keeps me warm in her mouth, giving us both a moment to catch our breath, but my cock isn’t going down. It’s still just as hard as it was before I came, and I swear I feel her smile when she realizes I can go again.
“I need more, baby girl. Say the word if you don’t want it, because if you don’t, I’m coming into that stall. You have thirty seconds.”
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What?
My heart hammers wildly as I sit there with his cock in my mouth, warm and sticky and mine. Can I do this? Can I let him in?
... yeah, I fucking can. One orgasm wasn’t enough for either of us, and this might be my chance to see his face, to get his real name, to move away from this whole anonymous thing and maybe get to keep him afterward. I want far more than he can give me with a mask on, and there’s only one way to prove to him I deserve it.
Standing up, I unlock my stall door and exhale slowly. “I’m yours, Daddy. Come get me.”
The loud bang of his door slamming open makes me flinch, but that’s nothingcompared to what my stomach does as he pushes his way inside with me. He’s in black jeans and a black hoodie, his skull mask covering the lower half of his face, and he’s so much taller than me I feel my thighs clench. He could bend me in half.
“Close your eyes.”
He ties something over the top half of my face, and the fact that one of my senses is completely taken away has actual fear licking its way up my spine.
And then he kisses me.
It’s such a shock that my entire body feels it. My chest flutters, lightning shoots down my limbs, my clit throbs, and I nearly fall backward, but he catches me.
It’s the kind of first kiss that you believe only exists in movies until you experience it for yourself, and the movies still get it wrong. It’s better.
“Oh my god,” I whisper breathlessly, staring up at him blindly and wishing I could see his face. “Do that again.”
“Mine,” he growls, repeating that kiss with the same passion, and then he licks into my mouth like an animal. “God, I’ve wanted that for so long. I need to taste you.”
He pins me back and drops down in front of me before I can process his words, and then he’s sucking my clit between his teeth.
My hands reach forward out of instinct and tangle in his soft hair, but his tongue steals my ability to speak before I can remind him we’ve only been talking for a couple of days. Right now, it feels like I’ve known him forever. Right now, it feels like he’s craved me for a lifetime.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “You—”
Tossing one leg over his shoulder, his left hand slides its way toward my pussy, the other with a vise grip on my ass to keep me still, and then he eats me like he’s starved.
His hands are busy. I could pull this blindfold off and see him — really see him — right now if I wanted to.
But I don’t.
I haven’t even let myself think about it until right now, but from what I can see of his face, he could be Ronan’s twin. Their hair, the shape of their eyes, even their eyebrows are the same. I think it’s what drew me to Nightbreed in the first place, and now he’s on his knees in front of me sucking my clit.
