Page 38 of The Truths We Seek

"Who's in charge, here, Quinn?" My words are deadly, spoken through a clenched jaw. Lightly, she scrapes her teeth across the head of my dick while the tip of her tongue flicks at the slit already leaking precum. I'm fascinated by the scene below, the way she keeps her stare only on me. The way one corner of her mouth twitches with a smirk as my breathing becomes more and more erratic. My body tightens with a need so deep it takes every ounce of self-control to keep still, yet she keeps on pushing me.

"Who the fuck is in charge, here, Quinn?" I repeat when she doesn't answer, my entire body trembling with the need to rip her clothes off and slam her down to the floor as she chokes on my dick.

My control falters as my favorite thought enters my mind… why would I deprive myself of that pleasure. More importantly, why would I deprive her of that pleasure?

Just as Quinn slides her plump lips over my shaft until the head hits the back of her throat, I groan and enjoy the brief moment of bliss.

One second… fuck, her mouth is hot and wet and everything I love.

Two seconds… my fingers latch onto her hair as I pull her those last inches closer until she's unable to breathe with her nose flattened against my groin.

Three seconds… my hips rear back as I slam my dick right back into her mouth as I hold her head in place.

Four seconds… I'm fucking her face like she's a porcelain doll and I'm the motherfucking elephant in the room.

The most beautiful thing about it all is that she moans with every thrust of my hips and that just motivates me to give her more.

My girl is going to earn her night in with her friends. Because if they're here, I can't fuck her like the depraved asshole I am. She'll have to pay in full beforehand.

With a steady line of drool falling from the corner of her lip where my dick meets her mouth, I decide to change tactics. It would be a shame to waste all of that natural lubrication.

Pulling out, I hook my fingers in her mouth, just behind her bottom teeth, and while I stroke my dick my other hand, I pull her close and command, "Suck my balls" before releasing her and bracing myself for her next move.

And fuck me, she does it so well. Her saliva is coating my balls as she rolls one, then the other, in her mouth, her tongue flicking and caressing until I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose my fucking mind.

But I'm not ready to come. Not yet. Not until she's screaming my name with pleasure and… a little pain.

"Enough." I stop stroking my cock, bringing my hand to her hair again and pulling her away when she doesn't follow my instructions. I should punish her for that.

Fuck it, I will punish her for that. Right the fuck now.

Stepping back, I smirk at the sound of frustration that leaves her throat, her gorgeous eyes now staring daggers at me as if that has ever fucking worked with me. If anything, it just makes me want to do worse.

And by worse, I mean make her work for her orgasm. Make her cry for it. After all, she's so fucking beautiful with her tears streaming down her cheeks for me.

Bending at the waist, I pull up her tank and watch as her tits bounce from the roughness of my action. Her nipples are so fucking tight and hard I could cut my tongue on them.

The image of blood in my mouth as I suck on her flesh makes my dick so fucking hard, it physically hurts.

"Don't move." Quinn growls and just as my back is to her, I smile. She'll pay for that, too.

Walking to the closet dresser, I open the drawer and pull out my favorite knife. It's the size of a dagger making it practical and easy to use for exactly what I have in mind.

Quinn's eyes widen as I bring the blade into view, making my way back to her.

"This will sting a little." The flash of fear in her irises makes the monster inside me chuckle, restless with anticipation. "Buy you'll be a good girl and take it, won't you, Quinn?" This side of me belongs to her. I may sound like a fucking psychopath but she sees my nurturing side, placing all of her trust in the palm of my hand.

The hand holding the butt of the knife.

The knife I'm currently bringing to her nipple.

The nipple I've just lightly sliced open.

Her sharp intake of breath makes my cock leak even more, my hard dick a painful reminder that fucking her is the goal, not playing around.

And yet…

As soon as the first drop of blood slides around her otherwise flawless nipple, my mouth immediately waters.

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