Page 39 of Tastes Like Misery

My core spasmed as he finally gave me that sweet release. Every part of me shook as the heavenly vibes washed over me and I came hard. My legs wobbled, and I held onto the dirty tiles to keep myself upright as the heat flooded me, leaving me breathless.

He stood and kissed me, his tongue diving in my mouth, and I could taste myself on him. Despite having the biggest orgasm of my life, he sparked my desire again. I gripped at his wet clothes, trying to peel them off. I needed to taste him, experience his cock in my mouth. As he pulled away to take the rest of his clothes off, I got to my knees, “Fuck my mouth, darling.”

Sliding it over my lips, he teased me with the tip and I flicked my tongue to lick off his salty precum. Without a warning, he filled me up, and I gagged at the sudden intrusion. He laughed maniacally, the side of him I couldn’t get enough of despite the danger to myself. I lived for it, loved the way he was absolutely insane and evil, yet held me in reverence, giving me, and only me, his love.

“Take it, baby girl,” he grasped my hair as he watched himself slide in and out of my mouth. “Fuck, you look so good with your lips wrapped around me.” I hummed around him, spurring him on to give it all to me as I gripped his legs. The way he loomed over me, his dark eyes so intense, had my pussy clenching.

When he pulled out and stroked his cock, I whimpered at the loss, only to be replaced with heat when he slapped my face with it. Hitting just the right spot, my jaw tingled in the most delicious of ways. “You like that,” his thick words weren’t a question. He could see it in my eyes that I loved it. “My dirty little whore,” he grinned before pushing back inside my mouth, pistoning me so hard I almost fell back, the only thing stopping me was his grip on my hair.

He pulled out again, slapping me before shoving it back in again. Every time I found my desire spiked. I wanted it as he treated me as his property. Using me, abusing me, and I fucking loved it. I felt him stiffen, watched his face screw up as he held back his own release.

When he pulled out again, I spurred him on, “Cum all over my face. Make me your whore.”

His chest rumbled as he groaned and pushed his cock back inside my mouth, pushing all the way inside of me as he lost all control. No longer rhythmic, his hips bucked and I let my teeth graze against his skin, pushing him over the edge. He just barely pulled out in time, his hot cum hitting my face, dripping down as he rubbed it all over me with his tip. His voice gravelly, he ran his thumb over my mouth, “You look so beautiful, Vivian, with my cum all over your face. I love you, baby girl.”

All I could do was smile, unable to form words. The beauty of our time together made me choke up like a silly girl. He stormed into my life and gave me everything I longed for, the freedom to be unapologetically me. “I love you, Dane,” I finally managed to say it back, my glistening eyes conveying my feelings more than my words could.

“I think we need to get Viv a damn muzzle,” Ollie shouted from inside the room. “The manager stopped us on the way up. You two already got us complaints.” He peeked inside the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. “Damn!” he rolled the word out long and filled with wanting.

I blushed and went to wash the cum off my face, but Ollie stopped me, “Oh, no. You stay just like that. I’m going to paint your face with my cum. All of us are. But first we need rest. You need your strength for tonight. While these clowns were sleeping, we were up all night.”

I couldn’t deny the idea of it spiked the thirst already churning. I pouted, “You’re such a party pooper.” It was followed by a yawn and I swore at myself.

“Rest,” Ollie ordered as he held out his hand for me, drying off my body before tucking me into bed. Each one came and kissed the top of my head, Ollie sliding in beside me and wrapping his arms around me. His warmth and scent enveloping me, and I easily drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 24

Vivian

I slept the day away and woke up to the smell of burgers, my stomach growling loudly. They were all awake and pulling food out of bags, three pairs of eyes turning to look at me at the same time. I was sure my hair stuck up everywhere, considering I’d fallen asleep with it wet. Reaching up, I touched it to find I was right. Blushing, I ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. After washing my hands, I wet my hair and brushed it out. Despite how hungry I was, I took some time to apply a little makeup.

Every head turned to me as I came out, and I laughed at the gaping mouths. “Now I feel like myself again.”

Finn was the first to find his tongue, “You looked stunning before you did your hair and makeup. You had that just fucked look, and it’s my favorite way to see you.” His hooded eyes raked over my body, “I have to say, I love the ‘naked Vivian’ rule.”

I sauntered over and kissed his cheek, plucking the fry from his hand and popping it in my mouth seductively. “I think you all should have to abide by the same rule.”

Dane stripped off his clothes, smirking at me, “I agree. Easy access to take you whenever we want. Come sit on my lap, baby girl.”

I didn’t hesitate, Finn bringing me my food as soon as I was seated. Overly aware of Dane’s hot skin beneath me made me hunger for more than just food. Even though my body needed to be fucked again, I fell into the easy conversation. Mostly Ollie talked, telling us how many more he planned for us to hit.

“I don’t know what you all think about this, but with someone to live for,” he looked pointedly at me, “I’m thinking about cutting some out. We got luckier than I thought with our first one, thanks to her. We’re well ahead of my estimations as far as our haul goes.”

As Dane absently strokes my pussy, he questions, “How much ahead?”

“Quadruple.”

His movement stopped, and I felt him suck in a breath, “We could stop now.”

Ollie gives a slight nod, “But do we want to?”

A cold silence falls over us and Dane doesn’t speak as he continues to stroke my folds. Finn stared at me with a look on his face I couldn’t quite understand. His mouth opened to say something, but he quickly shut it again. The dresser he leaned against made a soft thud as he pushed off it and strode to the bedside table where the remote sat.

Though I expected it, the noise of the television turning on still startled me and it caused a chain reaction in my mouth, “I want to keep going. You all are worried about my safety, but I don’t want to go back to being just a petty thief.” I shook my head vigorously, trying to shake the feeling of the low I always felt after the rush of swiping what I wanted. The euphoria hadn’t crashed this time. “I can’t,” I said softly, biting my trembling lip.

Finn strode to me and cupped my cheeks in his hand, bending to my level, he swore, “Vixen, don’t cry. No matter what we decide, you will never go back to that life.”

I sniffled and tried to blink away the tears threatening to spill. Finn was so attuned to my needs, but damn, he needed to learn a few things about women. Number one being telling me not to cry was the fastest way to make me cry.

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