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Fuck me.

I hear the door open behind us, but neither of us looks away. Blake stares up at me, lips parted and panting breaths escaping through them. I focus on her mouth. I want it. I rarely give in to anything I want. It sets a precedence with myself to give into things I want but don’t need. Wants and needs set men apart. Men who indulge in wants are weak.

And in this instance? I’m weak as fuck.

I unbuckle my belt, and her attention goes to my hands. When I take my cock in my hand, freeing it from my slacks, her eyes jump back to mine as she licks her bottom lip nervously.

“I’ve never…” she trails off, looking back at my dick, her eyes glued to the way I’m stroking it.

I knew that was probable. I’d bet Blake is a biter when someone is trying to force a dick she doesn’t want into her mouth.

Good thing she’s looking at mine like she wants to worship it into the next life.

I grab her chin roughly, hard enough to make her lips pucker so I can trace my thumb around them. She struggles, shooting me a dirty look, but when my fingers pinch harder, she stops. Her brow furrows as she watches me.

I press my thumb into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. It latches onto my digit, suckling without me even trying to coach. Withholding my groan as I feel her action all the way to my dick, I remove my thumb and replace it with the head of my cock.

Her eyes are wide as I push into her mouth, her hands bracing on my thighs. I don’t stop, thrusting into her mouth deep enough to feel the little pop of my cock fitting into her throat. Her body jerks and her eyes water, the hands on my thighs tapping as I hold my position, putting a hand on the back of her head to keep her in place.

She struggles, whimpering, then gags. As soon as the gag passes, I pull out long enough for her to get a breath. I can see the words building to yell at me, so I slam back into her throat. This time I move, thrusting in and out, relishing in that little ridge that marks the line between her mouth and her throat.

We do this dance for a while. I allow her to breathe just long enough, so she can’t form words, and then go back to fucking her throat. When she’s well and truly subdued, even her gags having calmed down as she relaxes and takes the throat fucking, I pull out.

She gasps for air, turning eyes full of fury on me as I stroke my cock hard. “I fucking hate you,” she snaps, her voice hoarse.

“I hate you so much too, baby girl,” I answer, my voice so deep that I feel like the bass rumbles through my feet and into the house itself. “So, so much.Fuck.”

The first jet of cum hits her cheek with a splash and she rears back, but I’m lost to the sensations of my pulsing dick and barely notice. Rope after rope of cum lands on her face, neck, and tits, making her glisten. I brace against the wall, leaning over her as the spasms stop, and I’m aware enough to realize that Aiden is groaning as he cums from somewhere in the room.

Blake’s eyes are fixed on mine. I’ve never seen her look more fucking beautiful than she does right now, decorated in my semen.

And now for the punishment.

I clear my throat, standing up and tucking away my dick, which hasn’t softened in the slightest. It’s like it can sense that Blake’s pussy is right here. I grab her chin again the same way I did before, my hand becoming immediately wet with cum, but this time she doesn’t fight me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Blake?” I ask, my voice husky. “Do you want me to make your cunt come all over my cock?”

I almost chuckle at how quickly she nods her head. Eager. Good. That will make this sting more.

I shove my thumb into her mouth, dragging some of my cum with it. As before, she sucks, her eyes flaring a little at the new taste I’ve given her.

I pull my hand away and she moves to rise, already reaching for me. I spin on my heel and march to the door, shoving Aiden back out as he tries to clean up his mess with a t-shirt he’s picked up off the floor.

“Hey!” Blake and Aiden yell at the same time.

I draw myself up to my full height, looking at Blake from where she’s still half kneeling on the floor. “Good girls get to come. You haven’t been good.”

“Youasshole,” she screams, stumbling to her feet. I let her reach me and then catch her wrist before she can hit me, grunting under the force behind her attempt. She’s emotional. She could probably inflictsomedamage if she was focused.

I jerk her, leaning forward enough to smell the way I’ve marked her. “You’ll stay in this room until I think you have learned your lesson. If I so much as hear a single moan in this room, Blake, you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

A tear builds up in her right eye, but it’s like she’s refusing to let it go out of spite. “I hate you,” she whispers. “You take from me and pretend you’re different from every other man who has taken and touched me when I didn’t want it. You’renot, Zander. You’reworse. Because you make mewantyou and then take it away.”

My heart pounds in my chest as we settle into another staring match because she has, once again, caught me off guard. “Good girls get to come,” I repeat, scrambling for anything.

“And bad boys get what’s comingto them,” she hisses. “Ask the owner I, as you so imaginatively described, barbequed.”

I push her back away from the door and she lifts her chin defiantly, cum dripping its way down her body. She looks like a fucking goddess, refusing to be humbled.

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