Page 108 of Pay for Your Lies

That the cute aggression will boil over and I’ll actually cross a line.

It’s taking everything in me to bring a modicum of control to this situation so I don’t fuck her on this dirty floor, but I give no same guarantees about fucking her mouth.

“Pull out my cock.” I order and she does as commanded, her hands reaching to grab my length and pulling it out of my trousers.

Surprise and curious apprehension splash across her face as she takes me out and holds me in her hand.

There’s wonder in her eyes and arousal on her tongue as it darts out to wet her lips hungrily. She gives me a tentative upstroke, her fingers struggling to close around my hard dick as she does so.

I’m about to direct her when her tongue pokes out and swirls around my head.

Air hisses through my teeth as she closes her lips around my tip and takes me into her mouth. I’m mesmerized by the movement of her head as she bobs back and forth, taking half of my dick before she struggles.

Her hand strokes up the difference, her warm palm squeezing my cock in an up and down motion that’s got me cursing loudly.

I grab her hair and yank her head back, her mouth coming off my cock with a loud pop.

“You’ve done this before.”

It’s not a question.

I can tell this isn’t her first time touching a dick with her hands or her mouth.

She nods slightly, her lips pink from the effort and still parted. She looks at me with wide, anticipatory eyes and the thought that he’s seen her like this, hot and ready for him as he stood over her, has fury seeping into my bloodstream.

I push her head forward and shove my dick past her lips and further into her mouth than she was taking me previously until I hit the back of her throat.

She gags around me and the sound partially subdues the beast inside me. I pull out half way and thrust back in viciously, repeating the motion over and over.

“You shouldn’t have given him something that belonged to me.”

I know I’m being irrational, that she wasn’t mine back then, that I’m not making sense.

And yet I punish her.

I want to fuck him out of her mouth, so that all she can feel when she moves her lips is how they stretched for me.

“Look at me.” I order and she does, “You look at me. I want you to remember who’s fucking your mouth. The only person who’s ever going to fuck your mouth again.”

She chokes, her mouth completely taut, but I can tell she’s doing her best to keep up with me and please me.

Despite the tight fit, her tongue caresses my length, her mouth suctioned tightly around me making my muscles tighten with the strain of holding back from finishing so quickly.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” I say, looking down at her with the kind of reverence that borders on fanaticism. “Your mouth is so stretched and hot around me and you look so filthy on your knees for me, taking my dick deep into your throat like a good girl.”

I caress her cheek with my thumb as I move my hips back and forth into her mouth. Her gaze burns with want as she keeps her eyes fixed on mine like I asked.

“I’m going to come down your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop. Understood?”

She hums around my length, her tongue otherwise occupied, and the vibrations she sends down my cock make my balls draw up tight before I spill into her mouth, hot spurts of cum shooting down her throat as she sucks me dry.

I yank her off my cock by her hair and run my thumb along her mouth, playing with her lower lip as I take savage pleasure in seeing her gasp for breath.

The corner of my lips lifts darkly as she stays kneeling, waiting for my next command.

She’s unknowingly submissive and it inflames my blood like gasoline on an already roaring fire.

“My turn.” I declare darkly.

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