Page 90 of Devil's Bargain

I nearly fucking come! I lower my phone down on the bed and fist Maddie’s hair, then pull her back and grab hold of her jaw with my other hand. “Anything, you said?”

She wets her lips and nods.

I slap her cheek and then grasp her jaw again. “Are you a good little whore?”

Her eyes widen in surprise. She doesn’t know what to make of it, but she plasters on a sultry smile. “I am, Rick.”

She’s too cooperative, so I slap her again, my cock twitching against my taut abs. Fisting my dick, I smack it over her lips, imagining it’s April on her knees. “You want more?”

She reaches for my length, but I sink it past her lips and watch it disappear into her mouth. “Deeper!”

She tries, but it’s too big, and she soon gags.

Force me to take you down my throat.

I push her down further until I feel her throat contract around my cock. “Holy fuck!”

I reach for my phone, typing one-handed.

Me: What else?”

April: Did you like it?”

Maddie claws my thighs.

Me: You have no fucking idea!

April: Now fuck my throat.

I put the phone down and fist Maddie’s hair with both hands as I thrust my hips. “Oh shit!” I’m close to coming.

My phone pings.

April: Brush your fingers through my tears and tell me I’m a good girl.

Me: You’re a good girl, April.

April: I’m a very, very good girl, Rick!

I come! Jesus fuck, I come so hard, clutching the phone in my hand until I’m sure the screen is going to crack!

The minute my grip loosens on Maddie’s hair, she pushes off me and drags in deep breaths, her cheeks wet with tears, cum, and drool. It drips off her chin. “You’re sick, Rick! Fucking sick!”

I pull up my zipper. “So fuck off then, if I’m so sick! Don’t come crawling back for more.”

She eyes my phone as she wipes her chin. “Who were you texting?”

I stand up and tighten my belt. “No one.”

“Who texts while having their dick sucked?”

I pause, looking at her. “What is this, Maddie?”

She’s ruined. She can’t leave this room with smeared makeup and cum dripping off her chin. Not to mention the dried cum on her tits.

“Stay.”

One word. I break eye contact and rub my hand over my mouth. “I told you. I’m not your boyfriend.”

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