Page 90 of Bring Me To My Knees

“Stop fucking overthinking this. Just fuck me, please. Do you want me to get on my knees and beg you? Because I will.” She says, getting up from my lap.

The thought of her on her knees again nearly has me coming in my fucking pants.

I watch her walk over to the window. There’s a streetlight outside that’s illuminating the room. She peels her dress off, tossing it on the floor next to her. She’s standing in my living room naked.

“You came over here with nothing underneath that?” I growl, getting up from the couch and stalking over to her.

I shove her against the window, my hand wrapping around her throat, applying the smallest amount of pressure.

“I should fucking punish you for that shit,” I whisper against her ear, before pulling her earlobe between my teeth.

A moan escapes her mouth and it’s like sweet music to my ears.

“I bet you’re fucking soaking wet thinking about it. Aren’t you?” I tighten my hand around her throat a little more, tilting her head up.

“Why don’t you find out,” she says, smirking.

I immediately push a finger inside of her, adding a second shortly after.

“You feel fucking incredible, beauty.” I groan, leaning my forehead against hers as my fingers continue their dance.

“Taste me, please.” She begs.

I pull away, removing my fingers, and putting them to her lips. She pulls them into her mouth, sucking each one clean, dragging her teeth across them.

“Fuuuck.” I groan, using my free hand to adjust myself.

I watch her get down on her knees in front of me, pulling my pants off in the process. My dick standing ramrod straight.

“What are you doing?” I ask. My voice is hoarse.

“I want to make you feel good.” she purrs.

She actually fucking purrs.

I grip the back of her head, pushing her mouth to my dick. I watch her perfect fucking mouth take me. I pause, letting her adjust to my size. She wraps her hands around my ass, her nails digging into the skin, taking me deeper. I hear her gag and I slam my eyes shut mentally pleading with myself not to come before she even gets started.

“You look so fucking perfect when you take me, baby.” I grab her hair, yanking.

I can’t stop staring at her, her head bobbing back and forth, her tongue licking and sucking like my dick is a fucking lollipop.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her, so she has the chance to pull away.

She doesn’t, though. She fucking drinks me up, savoring every last drop.

“Sit down,” I tell her, pointing at the couch.

She obeys, without saying a word.

“Spread your legs. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

She does as she’s told, gliding her hands down her thighs, and parting her legs.

I get down on my knees in front of her and she leans back against the couch. Her hair has fallen out of the messy bun and it’s cascading down her.

Her beauty takes my breath away. If I weren’t already drunk and high I would be on her. The way her eyes feel like they’re burning a hole through my body. The way it feels like she sees something in me that nobody else does.

The aftermath of our last indiscretion was painful, but I have a feeling what’s coming next will be something neither one of us will ever be able to come back from.

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