Page 67 of The Final Contract
“Oh my God, baby,” I groan, my head falling back for a second before I drag my gaze down to watch. “You feel how the head’s rubbin’ against the roof of your mouth? How soft your throat is when you take me all the way down?”
Her throat flexes around me, swallowing me deeper, and I can’t hold back the low moan that rumbles out of me.
“Good girl,” I murmur—calm but filthy—fingers flexing in her hair. “So fuckin’ good. Takin’ me like you’ve trained that perfect mouth for this. Like you wanted to choke on me long before you ever got on your knees.”
Her eyes glisten as she looks up, lips stretched wide, spit rolling down her chin.
“Look at you,” I rasp, thrusting just enough for her to feel the weight of me against her tongue. “Makin’ a mess all over yourself just to please me. My messy little killer. My cock-drunk angel.”
I moan again when she slides back and down, her tongue flicking the piercing—sending shocks straight through my spine. My thighs tense. My balls draw tight.
“Fuck. You’re so perfect like this. On your knees. Throat wide open. You were built to take this cock, weren’t you?”
Her hum around me is the only answer I need.
“Slow down—yeah, right there. Suck just the head, let your tongue work the piercing.”
I can’t stop watching. Can’t look anywhere else but down at my cock sliding in and out of her perfect mouth. The sight’s enough to tear me apart.
“Good girl,” I rasp, thrusting gently up into her, watching her throat flex around me. “My perfect little killer. Look at you—you’re droolin’ all over yourself—pathetic little thing—and I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”
She pulls back with a wet pop, only to lick down the length of me, tongue swirling over my balls, tracing the piercing again like she wants me feral. Then her mouth is back on me, hungry now, bobbing faster, her hand twisting where her lips don’t reach, spit running freely down her wrist.
“Pulse around me—fuck, yes—squeeze my cock with that throat.” She’s workin’ me to the best fuckin’ blowjob I’ve ever had in my life, and I don’t want it to end. But just the thought of spilling into her mouth is making my tip leak in anticipation.
“Fuck, baby. So good.” I hold her hair back, obsessed with watching her as I thrust with her movements. “Faster now. Make it sloppy. I want to hear how desperate you are for it.”
She moans, her thighs tensing like this is gettin’ her off.
But my little killer is going to get so many good rewards tonight after her date.
“Keep lookin’ up at me while you choke on it. Let me see those pretty eyes while I fuck your throat.”
Those deep-blue oceans open and pierce me, locking me to the pull of her gravity. My thighs tense, my stomach tight, the orgasm building hard and fast.
“No one else gets this, baby. No one else could handle this cock but you, hm?”
She hums like she’s answerin’ me, and it vibrates along my shaft. I dip my head back, closing my eyes to just feel her before I look at her again—so close to coming.
“You thirsty for my cum, whore?” I stroke her jaw, and her eyes roll back in her head. “Yeah, you are. Because you’re my good girl.”
She whimpers this time.
“I don’t want you to swallow it,” I growl, possessive, every word jagged as I fist her hair. “Don’t waste a drop. You hold my cum in your mouth for me, angel. I want to see it on your tongue.”
Her hum wraps around my cock like a fist, and I can’t hold it back anymore. My balls draw tight, my thighs lock, and I empty myself into her mouth.
“Fuck—fuck, angel,” I groan, head tipping back, the muscles in my stomach clenching as I spill. The piercing drags against her tongue with every pulse—sharper, dirtier—wringing more out of me than I thought I had, and she takes it all, lips sealed, careful not to let a single drop escape.
It’s almost too much—her throat flexing, her tongue still teasing as she holds me deep. I twitch inside her, every nerve lit up, every thought burned away except mine.
When the last pulse fades, she slides off me slow—lips glistening, eyes heavy and shining like sin.
“Open,” I rasp.
She parts her lips, tilting her head back so I can see it—my cum pooled on her tongue, thick and white against the pink.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I whisper, swiping my thumb across her wet lip before sliding it inside.
