Page 44 of Twisted Hearts

“Give me your hand.”

He takes it and wraps my fingers around his shaft, pumping it once to show me the rhythm.

“Now jerk me off against that pretty face while you slobber on my balls like the greedy little cum slut that you are.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Obviously, nobody has ever spoken to me like this before. In fact, I couldn’t have imaginedanyonetalking like this, outside of the kind of porn that I’ve watched online.

Apparently, Gavan does.

And apparently, that sort of talk makes me wetter than rain.

My thighs squeeze together, my core aching with need. I’m desperate to touch myself, or to be touched. Or to do literallyanythinghe wants right now, I’m so outrageously turned on.

I moan and whimper into his balls as I stroke his cock harder and faster, feeling him tense and, unbelievably, swell evenbiggerin my hand.

He suddenly groans. And in one motion, he’s pulling me up, pushing his cock back into my mouth, and then moaning in pleasure.

Then Gavan starts to come. Or rather, he starts toexplodedown my throat.

My eyes almost start from my head, and I choke a little as jet after jet of hot, salty-sweet cum blasts across my tongue. I try and swallow it all, but a ton of it slips out from my lips and dribbles down his length. He twitches in my mouth over and over, his head thrown back in ecstasy before he finally groans and drags his gaze back to mine.

And when our eyes lock…fuck.

The look in his eyes is…intense. As intense as the kiss from the other day.

A declaration of war.

Subjugation.

Annihilation.

His hand drops from my hair. Slowly, blushing fiercely, I slip my mouth from his cock.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

Heat tingles through my core.

“But…you made a mess,” he growls quietly, his eyes blazing into mine. “Time for you to clean me up.”

Sweet. Jesus.

I lean back down, my eyes still utterly captivated by his as my tongue darts out to lick his cock clean of all the cum that spilled from my mouth. I tongue every inch of him, licking from his balls back up to his head until it’s all gone.

“Such a good girl.”

I bite my lip.

“That will be all for today, Eilish. You can get dressed and go.”

I nod, not quite sure if I’m relieved or disappointed that this is over.

What is wrong with you? You’re relieved. Obviously you’re relieved.

Yeah, obviously…

I’m shaking as I stand on wobbly feet, pull my panties back up, and adjust my bra back into place. I walk over to my dress, still pooled on the ground. My face is throbbing so hard I have to face away from him as I slip it on and reach back to zip it up. I take a shaky breath and have just started to walk for the door when he stops me.

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