Page 60 of Dove

I fisted my cock, giving it a rough stroke as Kincaid stared at me. Her cheeks blushed, the red flush creeping down her neck. I wanted to run my tongue along it, feel her pulse beating beneath my lips. I took my seat again and smiled. “Now crawl.”

My blood roared with the need to take. To claim. As I watched her drop to her knees. Her breasts and ass swayed back and forth as she crawled slowly to me, giving me a show. The perfect little slut.

When she reached me, she sat back on her heels and rested her cheek on my bare thigh. My sense of urgency fled as soon as I felt her skin. I brushed the hair from her face before lovingly stroking the rest of her silky strands. For the first time tonight, I was calm. Relaxed. My world rested beneath my fingers.

But Kincaid wasn’t feeling the same effect. She shifted her thighs back and forth. Her eyes focused on my cock as she licked her lips. If she were anyone else, I would’ve thought she was putting on another show, but Kincaid’s body was always honest in her reactions. It was how I’d always known she wanted the pain.

“You want my cock in your mouth.” It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway.

“Yes.” She whispered as her eyes flicked to mine. She looked at me beneath her lashes, and I almost came. I fucking loved when she was a sweet little submissive for me. Almost as much as I loved her fight and defiance.

“Ask.” My voice was deeper than normal. Full of desire for her.

Kincaid liked her lips, leaving them wet and gleaming. Begging for my dick. “Please, can I suck you off?”

I stroked her cheek again before bringing my hand to the back of her head. I fisted her hair and yanked her head back. Her beautiful creamy neck called to me. Begged for my mark. For my fingers to squeeze around it. My cock pulsed at the image, but I ignored the need, for now. “You’re such a perfect little slut. Stick out your tongue.”

She obeyed my command immediately, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. I gripped the base of my cock as I rubbed the head along her outstretched tongue. Her wet warmth spread across my skin. The need to come already rushing through my veins, making my back tight.

I groaned as Kincaid flicked the slit. I flexed my hips gently as I allowed her to stroke her tongue along my aching cock. I let her feel like I was going to be gentle. Ease her into it. But I didn’t have a gentle bone in my body. Not when it came to fucking her.

Without warning, I fisted her hair roughly. I shoved her head down as I thrust deeply into her mouth. Kincaid gagged as I hit the back of her throat. Fuck. She was so tight around me. Her throat squeezing the head of my cock almost painfully as I cut off her air. My eyes rolled back in my head as I held there, feeling her life on my cock. I ignored her frantic gasps for air.

Just as it became too much for her, as the tears started to roll down her cheeks and her frantic whimper stilled, I pulled out. I gave her one second to suck in a harsh breath, the sound only making my balls tense further, before I thrust back in. As far as her mouth could take me. I groaned as she gagged around me again. Her fingers digging into her thighs as more tears poured from her eyes. The vibrations of her whimpers tingling in my balls. But she didn’t try to push me away. Didn’t fight the way I claimed her. I pulled out and pumped in again.

“This mouth was made for my cock.” I groaned. I fucked her face mercilessly. Rubbing the head of my cock along her soft tongue before pushing so deep that I stole her air. Feeling the squeeze of her throat as she gagged and choked, but never stopped me.

I watched as she squirmed beneath me, looking for her own release. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I didn’t care if she breathed or came. She loved that I could choke her as easily as I could make her come. She loved the fear of not knowing if I would bring her pleasure or pain. If I would make her bleed or steal her air. And I loved that she let me.

The rush of controlling her buzzing in my veins. Her life resting between my fingers only making me harder. Fueling my desire.

I snapped my hips into her face a few more times before my balls drew tight. I knew I was close, and reluctantly I pulled from her mouth. She gasped for air as she looked up at me. Tears left streaks down her face. Her lips were swollen and bruised. Her hair was mussed.

She looked owned.

Destroyed.

Fucking perfect.

“Why did you stop?” She moaned.

Instead of answering, I shoved the chair back, the legs scraping against the floor as I dropped to my knees in front of her. I let go of the grip on her hair as I grabbed her hips and turned her around. Man-handling her tiny body with ease in the way she liked. It was mine to do with as I wanted

I took in her scent, my nose running along the column of her neck as I leaned forward, pinning her on all fours. My lips brushed her shoulder as I pulled back. Her skin silky beneath my lips. My teeth closed around the spot between her neck and shoulder, biting down. Marking. Claiming.

Kincaid yelped and thrust her hips back, making me groan as her plump ass bumped my needy dick. The desire to feel her tight heat around me pushed me into action. She trembled beneath me as I shoved her face into the floor. I yanked her ass into the air, giving the pristine skin a sharp slap. My little dove moaned as the sting worked through her body, leaving her cheek red from my touch. I fisted my cock; dragging it through her soaking pussy. Her need coating me quickly.

“Because I want your pussy squeezing me when I come.” I slammed into her tight heat without warning. She screamed as I stretched her. But she was already so wet that there was little resistance. “I want to fill you up with my cum. I want you to feel me for so long; every other man is pushed from your mind.”

I snapped my hips again as I slapped her ass. The force of it making my palm sting as a jealous, possessive rage ripped through me. Quieting again quickly as I saw my hand print on her curvy ass.

I loved how her skin so easily reddened from my touch. Always taking my marks and making them hers. Her fingers dug into the hardwood floors, looking for purchase as I brutally fucked her. Her harsh breaths created condensation on the surface.

“There’s never been anyone but you.” She moaned as she arched back, meeting my blows. I smacked her again as I pulled almost all the way out of her tight pussy. Leaving only the tip inside her.

“What about those two exes of yours?”

“Boys, not men. Nothing like this.” She wiggled back, trying to take me further into her body where she needed me the most. “Nothing like you.”

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