Page 123 of Devil's Bargain

He throws me down on the sheets, anger flashing in his dark eyes. “You’re not going to him!”

I lean up on my elbows. “I have to.”

He stares at me for a full minute before climbing on after me and pulling sharply on my hair, our lips hovering a hair’s breadth apart. “You want cock? Is that what you want?”

Jesus Christ. He says I’m confusing.

“Yes.”

He unbuttons his jeans, shoves them down, and then brings his cock to my mouth. “You want this?”

I wet my lips, wincing as he tightens his grip on my hair. “Please.”

“Open your mouth!”

I take as much of his dick as I can, but he’s too big, so I fist the shaft and suck on his head.

His head falls back with a groan. “Fuck!”

I moan, taking him deeper. I’ve fantasized about this so many times.

“God, baby!” he grunts, thrusting.

I massage his balls with my other hand and stare up at him.

“Yes, baby. Just like that!” he whispers, guiding me down on his length until I’m forced to swallow around him.

He’s rough and soft at the same time. It’s a heady combination.

He pulls out, then shifts on the bed and picks up his belt off the floor.

“What are you doing?” I whisper when he grips my wrists and secures them to the bed frame.

“I’m making sure you’re not going to him!”

Panic seizes me then. I have to go, or they’ll make true on their threats. I tug on the restraint, but it’s too tight.

He grabs my throat and snarls in my face, “You’re not going to him!”

Then his cock is back inside my mouth, his knees on either side of me.

The belt digs into my skin while I suck eagerly and try to pull my wrists free.

“Stop fighting!” he orders, making me gag on his dick. “I’ll fuck your mouth all night if I have to!”

My pussy clenches at his threat, and my toes curl. God, I’m so fucking aroused!

When he finally comes with a drawn-out groan, I greedily swallow his release and get rewarded with a slap to the face as he pulls out and collapses next to me on the bed.

The whimper that escapes my lips is nothing short of filthy. My pussy throbs with need.

“Are your wrists hurting yet?” he asks, pulling his jeans back up.

“Yes.”

“Good!” He looks satisfied as he puts his arm behind his head. “Do you want to come?”

“Please!” I’m not beyond begging.

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