Page 30 of The Taming Game

“First,” he continues, pulling me up as far as the chains will let me go into a half seated position. His palms cradle the sides of my face as his eyes become fierce and his nostrils flare again. “This mouth. We have to do something about how foul it is. Open.”

I hesitate, intimidated by the sheer size of him throbbing in front of my nose. I’ll choke to death. There’s no way.

“Open,” he growls. My breath is shaky as I part my lips as wide as I can. Just as I thought, he fills my mouth more than I can accommodate. I’m only able to swallow half of him before he hits the back of my throat. His breath seeps out slowly ending on a moan. I feel his hands in my hair again gripping the roots.

“Open your mouth. Yes, like that. Good girl.”

The wet squishing sound of his tip hitting the back of my throat, unobstructed by my lips as my mouth is as wide open as I can make it, fills the room. He’s close enough for me to grip his ass as he pumps my mouth. I moan at the sheer taste of him, my saliva building up enough for him to slip in and out easily. He’s dropped his head back, and his eyes are closed. I can only look up at him for a few seconds at a time before I have to focus back on the task at hand.

“Lily,” he moans. “That’s perfect. Keep your mouth just like that.” His ass is clenching in my hands and the muscles of his thighs ripple. A wet pop sounds as he snatches himself out of my mouth. He leans down until he’s right in my face, his wet dick poking my thigh.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Was it good?” I ask, my uncertainty weakens my voice.

“Better than I ever could’ve fucking imagined. Come here.” He roughly pulls me into his arms and lines his dick up with my entrance for the third time. Please let this be the time he actually fucks me. I can’t take it anymore. But he only lingers there. He kisses me deeply, slowly slipping his fingers between the lips of my pussy. I gasp into his mouth.

“You’re so wet for me, little cat,” he growls against my lips. Finally, he pushes his tip in. I freeze against his mouth, my eyes widening.

“Fuck,” he whispers as I spread around him. He fills me completely, more than I think I can take. I’ve never in my life had anyone so damn big before. Slowly, as if he knows he can hurt me, he strokes, allowing me time to adjust to his girth. My walls loosen and slicken even more allowing him the space to stroke me faster.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. Sparks of electric pleasure spasms through my pussy, through my ass and legs, and to my toes. The orgasm that’s been held at bay for what feels like eternity is building with such pressure it’s too intense. I close my legs and arch my back.

“Mm, mm, don’t run,” he growls, gripping my hips and ramming into me. There are screams bouncing off the walls, and it takes a while before I realize they’re mine.

“Look at me,” he demands, and my eyes snap open and find his. “Good girl. Take this dick. Take all this dick.”

His words stroke my mind, sending me entirely over the edge. I shatter into a million tiny pieces, my orgasm sending my body into shudders. He pauses to let me finish as my walls pulse and grip him. Moaning loudly, the last waves crashing and breaking, I declaw my nails from his skin and go limp utterly and completely satisfied, content to the very base of my being. He grips my chin and presses his forehead to mine.

“You came without permission. I’m not done with you, yet,” he whispers softly, causing the now familiar yearning to stir anew.

“Come for me again.” And then he starts moving.

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