Page 145 of That Sik Luv

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you, pretty boy?”

Fuck.

I stare up at her through my hair, breathing harshly through my nostrils, then nod.

Reaching back, she grips the shaft of my cock roughly, and I lift my head from the bed.

“Only when I say you can,” she instructs, her hand sliding lower to cup my heavy balls. “You gonna listen to me now?”

I gaze in awe at this demon goddess above me.

“No more fucking talking,” she demands. “Nod if you understand.”

I mumble around the gag, then nod.

She gently rolls my balls in her fingers, toying with me, then presses lightly beneath them. An area that’s entirely too sensitive for my liking.

My head drops against the mattress again, and my eyes close tightly.

“But before you get off, I’m gonna get mine.”

Gripping my hair at the crown, she pulls my neck forward, unbuckling the gag and removing it from my mouth before throwing it to the floor. Drool spills down my chin as she shifts above me. Creamy thighs now surround my head, and before I can take a breath, she pulls the strip of her teddy to the side and sits her wet, swollen pussy on my lips.

“Lick your cunt, baby,” she orders, smearing me with her arousal.

I oblige, eagerly lapping up her holy water while her sweet moans fill the room. My fingers curl around the edge of the cuffs, wanting so badly to touch her, to fill her, but my tongue will have to do. She wants me to get her off? I’ll have her seeing fucking stars.

“Yeah, there you go,” she praises me, suffocating me with her sex. “Make me cum.”

I don’t need to breathe. Fucking her with my tongue as she degrades me is far better than air.

She leans up on her knees and runs a hand along her sopping sex, slapping it above me before pushing her finger deep inside herself. I watch, craving nothing more than to obliterate my little tease. I’m going to rip her apart, given the chance.

“Hungry for more?” she taunts, removing her finger and smearing the creamy arousal all over my lips.

“Fuck yeah,” I answer before she crushes me again.

My hips rise, my cock stiff and leaking on my abdomen while my tongue separates her folds. It’s not long before her thighs begin to quiver, her nails digging into the flesh of my chest. I roughly suck on her clit, gently nipping the swollen bud, and her spasms overtake her.

She cries out, grinding her slick sex down, and cums on my face, the sounds leaving her throat making me feral.

Her breathing slowly regulates, and she lifts off me as she hums, “Good boy.”

“Fuck my cock, Briony,” I command, sexually frustrated by my loss of power in this situation. “Fucking sit on it already. Jesus, enough with this shit. Undo the cuffs.”

Sliding off me, she laughs at my words. Her eyes are half-lidded in her post-orgasmic bliss, taunting me further. She walks back over to the dresser, grabbing something else in her hands. She approaches the end of the bed near my feet, and I raise my head in an attempt to see what she’s doing.

“I really don’t like your tone of voice,” she scolds. “Besides, demanding it won’t work for me. I’m gonna need to hear you beg for it, cry for it, plead for the pleasure that only I can give you.”

She climbs onto the bed again, sitting between my separated thighs, biting down on her lip as she gazes at my cock. My pulse quickens.

“What are you doing?”

Her chest rises and falls as she expels a deep breath. Lashes flutter as she licks her lips, seeming nervous. Why is her mask of pure confidence slipping?

Her eyes find mine, and I hear a click, followed by a low buzzing sound.

“Briony.” I strain to sit up but get pulled back by the restraints. “What are you doing?”

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