Page 179 of Devil's Bargain

I drag my gaze away and meet his piercing blue eyes. His face has wrinkled with time, and the sun has weathered his skin.

“What do you feel right now?”

I flick my eyes between his. “I’m aroused and ashamed!”

“Ashamed?” he whispers, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Yes.”

“What else?”

I drop my gaze to his mustache. “The shame turns me on. I’m sick!”

“And what can cure this sickness?”

“Nothing can...”

His soft caress travels lower. He cups my naked breast. “Nothing can...” His touch starts to hurt. “Let’s see how deep this sickness goes!” He grabs my throat and throws me down on the bed, raining smack after smack on my face. “Want more?” he growls through heaving breaths as I sob on the bed.

My pussy is a dripping mess. I weep, cradling my burning cheek. “Yes!”

He’s relentless in his assault on me. I’m thrown off the bed and kicked in the side before he fists my hair and drags me back over to the bed. “Had enough yet? Still want more?”

I shake my head even though my pussy throbs with need. The shame is finally winning out. What’s wrong with me? Why do I like this? “Please, stop!”

“You want me to stop?” he asks and kneels over me on the bed as he shoves his suit pants and boxers down far enough for his hard dick to pop out. “So you don’t want to choke on this?”

I shake my head, hugging my arms over my naked chest. “Please stop!”

He strokes himself once. Twice. “As you wish.” He tucks his dick away and before I understand it myself, I’m on my knees grappling with his zipper. “No!”

He brushes my hair away from my face as I greedily suck him down and moan. “You like it that much, huh?”

I suck him harder, my eyes on his.

“Look at you!” He thrusts deeper, making me choke.

I moan again.

He pulls out and zips himself into his pants. “I’m bored. Make me want to fuck your mouth!”

He climbs off the bed, and I crawl after him, tumbling to the floor.

“No! Please!”

He smiles down at me. “Please, what?”

I grapple with his belt this time. There is no end to my sickness. “Don’t leave!”

He slaps me. “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

I scurry back up to my knees. “What do you want?”

He strokes his mustache. There is a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.”

The servant pops his head inside, ignoring me kneeling on the floor. “Baron wants everyone to gather in the living room.”

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