Page 12 of Trick Me, Treat Me
“Yours,” I moaned, trembling. “It’s yours.”
“Damn right it is.”
Then he pushed in. Slow at first. Stretching me open inch by inch until I couldn’t breathe. He was thick, warm, throbbing deep as my body gave in and wrapped around him like it had been waiting all its life.
“Oh my… FUCK!” I cried, my face pressed to the sheets.
“That’s right,” he growled, voice in my ear now. “You feel that? That’s the wreckening, baby. Right where I belong.”
He rolled his hips slowly at first, letting me feel every inch, every stroke. My walls clenched around him, sucking him in like I never wanted to let him go.
“Oooh shit. You take all this dick so well,” he whispered against my shoulder, his fangs grazing my skin. “I’m fucking proud of you.”
His nails dug into my hips, not enough to cut, just enough to leave marks. He picked up the pace, stroking deep, hitting the spot that made my legs shake. My moans turned into full sobs, high-pitched, breathless.
“Louder,” he commanded. “Let me hear you break.”
I screamed his name, voice breaking, body convulsing as another orgasm built way too fast. I gripped the sheets for dear life as I felt the wetness between us.
“You wanna cum again, baby?” he asked, his voice pure filth now. “You wanna squirt all over my dick like a good girl and make a mess?”
“Yes!” I sobbed. “Please, please… make me cum”
“Then take it.”
He slammed into me harder, faster, his hips snapping, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the slick wetness pouring out of me. I came again with a scream, soaking him, my body collapsing forward as my arms gave out. He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly as I twitched under him.
Then he leaned down, kissing my spine, his voice a whisper when it came. “My good girl.”
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S P I R I Tc o l l a p s e dface-firstinto the pillows, legs shaking, back slick with sweat. I was still buried inside her, her pussy pulsing around me like it didn’t want to let go. I still needed more, and I knew that pussy had plenty to give.
I pulled out slowly, watching her body twitch and flinch. Her juices coated my dick, shining under the candlelight. I needed all that. My hand gripped the base, stroking slowly as I stared down at the mess I’d made of her.
“Fuck…” I growled under my breath, my eyes locked on the way she whimpered into the sheets, hips still trying to roll. “You’re not tired already, are you, beautiful?”
She let out a weak chuckle, the kind that said she was wrecked but somehow still ready. “Hell... no.”
“Good,” I said, low and calm. “Turn over and face me.”
I grabbed her waist and flipped her around. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy. Her thighs squeezed together as she moaned again, and I caught it. Every sound, every twitch, every breath.
“Open that pretty mouth,” I ordered, moving closer to her. “I need to feel that throat.” She looked up at me wide-eyed, lips parted, and I pressed the tip to them, smearing her own juices across her lips like gloss. “Good girl,” I growled. “Now, suck this dick.”
I fed it to her slowly at first, guiding myself past her lips, her tongue, deeper. Her moan vibrated through my shaft, and my hand slid to the back of her head, holding her steady.
“That’s it… fuck, yes. You take it so good.” Her eyes watered instantly. She gagged softly, trying to breathe through her nose, but I didn’t stop. I was careful, but I wasn’t gentle. “You were made for this,” I whispered, watching tears roll down her cheeks. “Look at this fucking mouth. Look how perfect it looks choking on my dick.” Drool spilled down her chin, her lips stretched, her throat tight around me. Her hands clawed at the sheets.
“You like being a good girl, don’t you?” I rasped, my hand tightening in her hair. “Fuck, Spirit. My free hand slid down her stomach, slick with sweat, until I reached her soaked pussy again. I teased her clit with two fingers, circling it slowly asI fucked her mouth. Her moan around my dick was loud and needy.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I praised again, stroking her slowly while she gagged and drooled all over me. “Keep moaning. I need you.”
Her hips rocked into my hand, her body greedy even with her mouth full. I pushed a little deeper, feeling her throat tighten, watching her eyes flutter with that overwhelmed look. I growled low, fucking her mouth just enough to make her cry, just enough to make her pussy gush around my fingers.
“Yes, cum for me,” I whispered. She gagged again, drool dripping down her neck now, and I pulled out just enough for her to breathe, watching her choke on air and moan through it. “Fuck, Spirit,” I hissed. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
Her breath stuttered, her thighs twitched, her nipples peaked. I leaned over her and kissed her hard. My tongue slid against hers while I guided her onto her back. “Watch me through the mirror, baby.” The moment I slid in, her body jolted like I’d shocked her back to life.
