Page 59 of Doomed
Tears well in Bianca’s eyes as she takes me deeper, her throat constricting around my cock. She doesn’t snap her fingers, though—fuck, she doesn’t even try. Instead, she relaxes her jaw, letting me use her mouth however I want.
“That’s it,” I growl, tangling my fingers in her hair. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Such a good little slut for me.”
The way she moans around my length tells me she fucking loves this.
I thrust deeper. “You’ve been teasing me for months. Making me chase you. But look at you now—on your back, taking my cock down your throat like you’ve been starving for it.”
She gags as I hit the back of her throat again, but recovers quickly, her tongue working the underside of my shaft. Fuck, she’s a natural. Or maybe she’s had practice. The thought makes jealousy surge through me, and I grip her hair tighter.
“You belong to me now,” I hiss, increasing my pace. “This pretty mouth is mine. This throat is mine. You’re my little slut now, Bianca.”
I fuck her face relentlessly, her hands gripping my thighs. I feel my balls tightening, my release building at the base of my spine.
“I’m going to come down your throat,” I warn her, my voice strained. “And you’re going to swallow. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
The sight of her—head hanging off the edge of the bed, lips stretched around my cock—pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time, holding her head in place as I explode, pumping hot spurts of cum directly down her throat.
“Swallow it all,” I command through gritted teeth. “Don’t waste a drop, princess.”
My cock throbs against her tongue as she swallows every last drop of my release. Holy fuck—she’s taking it all without hesitation, her throat working around me, milking me dry. The vibrations of her moans against my dick trigger waves of pleasure that consume me entirely.
“Fuck, Bianca,” I groan, watching her throat bulge around my cock. “Look at you taking all of me. So fucking perfect.”
She makes another muffled sound around my length. I can feel her tongue lapping at the underside of my shaft even as she swallows the last of my cum.
“That’s it, princess. Not wasting a single drop.” My voice is wrecked as I ease my grip on her hair. “Your throat was made formy cock. The way you drank me down like you’ve been fucking thirsting for it all this time.”
She moans again, the vibration making my oversensitive cock twitch. Her lips are stretched wide, glistening as streams of saliva and traces of my cum drip from them, and it’s the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen.
“God, you’re fucking incredible,” I praise, slowly easing myself from her mouth. “The way you allowed me to use your throat like that—like my own personal fucktoy—but managed to make me feel like you’re the one in control. Exquisite”
A thin strand of saliva connects my cock to her swollen lips as I pull out completely. She gasps for air, her chest heaving, but there’s a look of satisfaction in her eyes as I finally get to look into them again. Just the sight of her after such a beautiful act of submission makes my spent cock stir with renewed interest.
“Never seen anything so fucking hot in my life,” I continue, brushing my thumb across her lower lip. “The way your throat bulged with my cock, how you gagged but continued taking every inch of me, swallowing everything I gave you like it was a goddamn gift.”
Her lips curve into a small, proud smile despite her dazed expression. She licks her lips, catching the last traces of my release, and the sight nearly brings me to my knees.
“Such a good girl for me,” I murmur, cupping her face. “So fucking perfect I can barely stand it.”
I lift Bianca from her awkward position, her throat recovering from my assault, and lay her back on the bed. The spreader bar keeps her legs wide apart as I position myself between them, my cock already hard at the sight of her spread open for me.
“Look up,” I command, pointing to the ceiling.
Her eyes follow my gesture to the massive mirror mounted above the bed, reflecting our bodies in perfect detail. She seeseverything—her body splayed out before mine, skin flushed, pussy glistening with arousal.
“Just look at us,” I growl, running my hands up her thighs as we both stare up at our reflection. “Look how fucking perfect we are together.”
Her eyes lock with mine in the mirror as I position my cock at her entrance, not pushing in yet.
“Like a fucking work of art,” I continue, sliding the head of my dick up to circle her swollen clit. “Like one of your paintings come to life. The contrast, the tension, the raw fucking desire.”
I rub the sensitive head of my cock over her clit again and again, watching her face in the mirror. Each slow circle makes her gasp and arch, her body responding to my touch so beautifully.
“Knox,” she moans, her eyes fluttering between closing in pleasure and opening to watch us in the mirror.
“Keep watching,” I demand. “See how gorgeous you are when you’re desperate for my cock? How does everything about you beg for me even when you insist on denying what your body aches for?”
I press harder against her clit, and she cries out, her hips bucking up to meet me. The sight of us reflected above—her writhing beneath me as I tease her mercilessly—is better than any fantasy I’ve had about her. And I’ve had plenty.
