Page 55 of The Reckoning
“That’s it,” he pants, his voice strained with need. “Take it deep. Choke on it.”
I comply eagerly, relaxing my throat to accept more of him. Tears spring to my eyes as he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t pull away, determined to prove myself, to earn his praise.
Behind me, the bed shifts as Aries moves. A moment later, I feel his hands on my hips, his touch searing even through the thin material of my shirt. He yanks the fabric up, exposing my bare bottom to his gaze.
“Look at you,” he growls, palming the globes of my ass. “So desperate for it, letting him use your mouth like a whore.”
His words should sting, but they only make me wetter, the degradation stoking the flames of my desire. I whimper around Arson’s cock, pushing my hips back in a silent plea.
Aries answers with a sharp smack to my ass, the sudden sting making me jolt. “Greedy little brat. Take what you’re given and be patient.”
I’m nothing but a shade of lust. I moan around Arson’s cock, the vibrations making him curse and jerk his hips.
“Fuck, your mouth,” he groans, head tipping back in ecstasy. “It feels like heaven, and you take me so well, nice and deep into that perfect little throat. Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”
His filthy words ignite something wild in me. I double my efforts, taking him impossibly deeper until I feel him nudging the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes at the intrusion, but I don’t stop, driven by a desperate need to make him lose control.
And lose control he does. His thrusts turn erratic, his grip on my hair just shy of painful. I can tell he’s close, can feel it in the tension singing through his body.
“Gonna come,” he grits out, a warning and a promise. “Gonna fill this hot little mouth. Fuck, Lil, I’m?—”
His voice is cut off with a strangled shout as he reaches orgasm. Hot jets of liquid hit the back of my throat, and I swallow greedily, milking him through the aftershocks until he’s spent and panting. Arson pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop, leaving me gasping for air. A string of saliva connects my swollen lips to the head of his softening cock before breaking. I feel debauched and used in the most delicious way.
“Good girl,” Arson praises breathlessly, thumbing away a stray drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. “You take my cock so well.”
Before I can reply, Aries’s hands are on me, hauling me up and back against his chest. He grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his burning gaze.
“You want to be a slut for him? Let him fuck your face and come down your throat?” His voice is low and dangerous, edged with something dark and possessive. “Then you’ll be a slut for me, too.”
He spins me around and bends me over, pushing my face into the mattress. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hand cracks against my ass, and the sudden sting of pain makes me cry out.
“It’s time for me to remind you who you belong to,” he growls, palming my stinging flesh. “Who this pretty pussy belongs to.”
Without warning, he plunges two fingers into my dripping core. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my walls clenching around him. He pumps in and out roughly, his thumb circling my clit in maddening counterpoint.
“So wet,” he marvels with a dark satisfaction in his tone. “Wet and ready for me, even after choking on my brother’s cock. Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?”
I can only whimper in response, rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts. The dual sensations of his fingers inside me and his hand spanking my ass are rapidly unraveling any semblance of self-control.
“Please, Aries,” I beg, the words muffled against the mattress. “Please, I need…”
“What do you need, Lilian?” he demands, curling his fingers to stroke my G-spot. “Tell me.”
“You,” I sob, stars exploding behind my eyelids as he works me closer to the edge. “I need you inside me. Fucking me. Claiming me.”
He withdraws his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and aching. I whine at the loss, but it’s quickly replaced by the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance.
“Beg for it,” he commands, rubbing the head through my slick folds. “Beg me to fill this greedy cunt.”
“Please, Aries,” I moan, no shame left in me. “Please fuck me. I need your cock so badly. Need you to claim me, make me yours.”
He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back as he growls in my ear. “You are mine. And I’m going to make damn sure you never forget it.”
With one brutal thrust, he sheathes himself inside me. I scream at the sudden fullness, the almost painful stretch of his thick length invading my body. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has the bed frame slamming against the wall.
“Take it,” he grunts, one hand fisting in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Take my cock like the desperate little slut you are.”
I can only moan and whimper as he pounds into me, each snap of his hips driving me closer to the brink. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our harsh breaths and guttural moans.
