Page 109 of That Sik Luv

“Oh, God,” she moans, her eyes closing.

I release her hair before slapping the side of her face with my free hand, gripping her cheeks, as the fingers of my other hand remain lodged deep within her, curling toward myself.

“Open,” I order, needing her eyes on me.

She blinks her long, dark lashes, gasping as the fire in her gaze penetrates mine. I remove the top of the mask from my head and place it on hers. She looks confused as I pull it down over her face messily with one hand, the eye holes fitting over her piercing blues, and the mouth opening settling over her wet lips.

Pulling my fingers from her sopping pussy, I bring them to her exposed mouth, smearing her arousal across them.

“Whoever drinks of the water I give him will never be thirsty again.” I mutter the scripture as she parts her lips.

I shove the two fingers into her mouth, sliding them over her tongue to the back of her throat until she’s gagging around them, her eyes wide and watering beneath the mask.

When I pull them out, she coughs as the saliva stretches from her mouth to my fingers. I place my hand on the top of her head, pushing down until she understands and sinks to her knees before me. Placing both hands on the wall to brace myself, I gaze down at my little doll still in her pristine uniformed shirt and plaid skirt with the mask in place, on her knees before her God, ready to confess all her sins with her throat.

“Take it out,” I demand, widening my stance.

She grips the button of my jeans, popping them open before practically ripping the zipper open to release her favorite toy. Her eyes light up with fascination, as they always do when she sees my length, and her thumb immediately flicks the stud of my piercing as her soft fingers wrap around me. A deviant growl leaves my throat and my cock pulses in her soft palm, feeling the sensation travel across my body as blood floods the region to harden me like steel.

“Beautiful,” she whispers to herself, as her fingers wrap around my velvety length and begin stroking my heavy cock. They work my entire length, meeting the short dark hairs of my groin. “Devastatingly perfect.”

I’m on the verge of skull-fucking her senseless. Especially if she’s going to talk like that with my dick dangling before her face, eyes lit up like a child on Christmas.

“Open my mouth,” I demand, needing the soft warmth of her throat around me.

She rests her head back against the wall of the kitchen, her lips parting and her hands sliding up to the top of my jeans, gripping the edge and pulling them down far enough to have my cock springing free. With little warning, I brace myself on my heels and slide the tip past her lips, rolling it over her tongue, thrusting my hips forward and pushing roughly until I feel the back of her throat closing in around the crown of my cock. My balls rest against her chin, and she gags as I expected, her hands clawing at my pants to breathe. I hold myself deep until her tears fall onto the black knit mask, her mascara already bleeding beneath her eyes.

Pulling back, she gasps for air as the strings of saliva connect us.

“Spit on me,” I command.

She blinks her watery eyes up at me through the mask’s eyeholes before spitting on my stiff cock, bouncing in the air before her.Fuck, I love it.The excessive saliva drips down my shaft as I grip the top of her head tightly beneath the fabric, forcing my cock down her throat again.

Fuck me, it feels so good. Her warm, wet, accepting throat.

“Nasty little bitch,” I mutter, skull-fucking her head back against the wall. Her thighs attempt to close, but I kick her inner thigh, opening them again. “Bet you’re just dying to touch yourself, aren’t you? Aching to be full. Dying to fill that whorish cunt with all kinds of dick tonight.”

She hums around my shaft, her soft lips open further as I push deeper than her jaw will allow. She’ll be hurting tomorrow for sure.

Her tongue massages the base of my length, her eyes staying trained on mine.

“Feel what I’m about to feel, Briony,” I pant, fucking her mouth, then pushing myself deep until she’s choking around me again.

“Total.”

I thrust into her throat, then pull back out completely as she gasps for air.

“Loss.”

I force my cock deep into her throat again, only to pull out and slap her covered face with it.

“Of control.”

Slipping my cock back between her parted lips, saliva pours onto her white shirt, and her face turns red from lack of oxygen, the beautiful sounds of her gagging around my length filling the room.

I hold myself there, my balls tightening at the pleasure surging throughout my core, until her eyes glaze over and her grip on my thighs slips. Pulling back to give her a chance to breathe, I reach a hand down, stroking my wet cock in my palm before her, offering her my balls.

“Suck.”

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