Page 133 of Sway's Peace
She nodded again. A bit more eagerly this time.
He chuckled at her enthusiasm, even as she was already ruined by his harsh treatment.
“Good. Take a deep breath. I’m not stopping until I fill your belly.”
She shivered under his grasp, but she obediently began to take in as deep a breath as she could as he stood straight. He watched, hot love burning in his chest as she returned her hands right back to his thighs, more on the the side now, giving her a better ability to grip him, squeezing tight, already pulling at his feathers.
He rested the head of his cock right there at her bottom lip. And when she took in one last, long, deep breath, he shoved it deep. Over her tongue, past the tight ring, right into her throat.
He didn’t linger this time. He didn’t move her head. He held it tight, keeping it still, as his hips pumped. Fucking her face in earnest. Staring down at the mess she was making of his cock. At the mess he was making of her.
And she took it. Squeezing tight onto his feathers, pulling them out as each thrust jerked her body with force.
He wanted it to last forever. He never wanted this hot pleasure to end. But the spasming of her throat around his shaft was so similar to the way her cunt gripped him in orgasm, it was forcing his own release to burn up his shaft.
He jerked her off. Gave her one last chance to get in another breath, then shoved her head all the way down, sinking his cock as deep as he could. Her throat clenched on him, her entire body shaking. His probe had nothing to pierce, but it still emerged, the rush of its extrusion from his cockhead making him dizzy as he grunted with each pulse of hot cum he shot straight into her belly.
His hips pulsed, grinding against her, as he rode out his orgasm as long as he dared. Pushing her to the very edge of her abilities. When he ripped her away that last time, she wasn’t choking, but she was gasping and heaving desperately. One last rope of cum shot out, landing across her wet and red face.
She was breathing hard, shaking and drooling, as he brought her close so he could rest his cock right there on her face. He had left her mouth before he finished, and ceasing the grip of her throat ceased his orgasm.
The frustration of a climax interrupted was completely mitigated by howvektingsexy she looked with his shiny cock, dripping with her spit, resting there on her cheek, along her nose, as she looked past it, up at him. She gave him a tired, shaky smile.
Like she loved it. Like she enjoyed the way he’d just ridden her completely for his own pleasure, not doing a single thing for her.
Then, as he watched, she turned and pressed a sweet little kiss against his shaft before her tongue darted out to lick alongside it.
It broke him.
Chapter 34
Grace
Grace’s throat burned. Her lips ached from being stretched. Her jaw throbbed from being forced apart so wide. She was dizzy from the lack of air, and her scalp hurt from the way Sway had held first her hair, then her head itself.
And she’d never been so needy or turned on in her life.
It only got worse, the fire burning hotter in her veins, when she looked up and saw Sway staring down at her with that dark, icy look in his eyes. The one that was him with no filters, raw and uncovered completely. The male that she imagined had once lived and thrived on the worst hole in the entire cosmos.
He tucked his cock back into his jumpsuit and sealed it back in place. Before she could do more than make a single sound of protest, he grabbed her off the chair and picked her straight up. He held her to his chest as he walked her across the bridge to the lift.
Grace let out a sound, quickly covering her face with her hands. She didn’t expect him to suddenly take her into the public halls. Not when she was so obviously a mess. It wouldn’t be hard forsomeone to see her and guess what he had just been doing to her.
But she didn’t protest. She didn’t tell him to stop. Her belly was fluttering, her pussy dripping. She wasenjoyingthis. The way he just controlled and commanded her. How he just picked her up and moved her how he wanted, regardless of what she desired.
Sex ed had definitely been one of her mom’s lessons. But those had been focused on what she, as a trophy wife – though her mother never used that term directly – was meant to do to keep her husband happy. And, if she couldn’t, how to turn those needs of his to his mistress. Because, in her parents’ life, a man having a mistress was just accepted.
But Sway was hers. He wanted to make her his mate, which meant he didn’t want anyone else. And he didn’t ask her to do anything. He just took what he desired. He wasn’t careless with her, but his demands were easy to fulfill because she wasn’t serving his pleasure, he was claiming it from her. And leaving her a mess when he did so. One she had to hide as he carried her through the halls.
He brought her all the way down to his room. Their room. They didn’t encounter anyone along the way either. Or, if they did, the other person didn’t make a sound. Grace kept concealing her clearly fucked face behind her hands and so didn’t see anything, even where they were going. She only knew because she heard a door slide open, then slide shut again, and she was suddenly being dropped.
A short, reflexive cry rushed up her throat even as she was bouncing on the soft mattress. It turned into a delighted laugh as Sway grabbed her ankles and shoved them apart, forcing the skirt of her dress up to her waist.
Showing off the fact that she had gone to see him without any panties.
The look that crossed his face was harshly edged. Cutting in a way that made her lower belly clench with anticipation. If she didn’t know better, she’d assume he didn’t approve. But he only did that when she was driving him wild, pushing him beyond reason.
The darker her sweet farasie became, the closer to the edge she was pushing him.
