Page 30 of Vicious Hearts

I tap my chin. “Right here. Your come, my come—I don’t care, I’ll eat it all.”

Roxy doesn’t move.

“I’m too heavy,” she says. “What if—”

“You’re not too fuckinganything,” I say. I grin at her. “If I die, I’ll die happy. Just do me a favor and tell people the truth. It’d be too good a story to waste.” Roxy giggles and I raise my eyebrows at her. “Now sit facing my feet and keep your balance.”

She assumes the position, and my cock thickens as I take in the view. Her fleshy ass feels fantastic in my hands as she settles her knees on either side of my head, her dripping pussy inches from my face.

I shift one hand, gathering some of my come from her thigh, and massage it into her asshole. She jumps and I laugh, spanking her lightly.

“Allyour holes are mine,” I say, teasing her tight rosebud. “I will fuck the hell out of this, too, but not now.”

I dip my tongue into her pussy, tasting our mixed fluids on my tongue. She’s sullied now, and it’s fuckingbeautiful. Her clit is slick and smooth between my lips as I suck it gently.

“Ohhh, Ben,” Roxy says, leaning forward and gripping my thighs. Her fingertips dig into me, and she quivers as I do my thing. “I’m too sensitive.”

“No, you’re not,” I murmur against her. “Hang on and push past it,charodeyka. Be a good girl, and trust me now.”

Fuck, she feels good. Her luscious curves all around me, hot pussy spasming around my tongue. My cock is growing hard again already.

She’s losing herself now, grinding her hips as she rides my face. I push two fingers into her, enjoying the feel of my come lubricating her newly-fucked little hole. She flexes her spine, opening herself up to me, and I keep up the pressure while I work her clit. My fingers press the spongy spot inside her, and she groans.

“I don’t know how you’re doing this,” she says.

“Skill,” I say, pausing to lash my tongue over her clit. “And remember—I’ve dreamed of doing this to you, Rox. You feel better than I could ever have imagined.”

She’s coming. I don’t know what tipped her over the edge, but it doesn’t matter. Her pussy gushes over my fingers and onto my face, and I pull my hand away so I can grab her ass and hold her still. She shrieks as I move my lips over her clit, pushing her through and past her climax until she’s a shivering wreck.

Roxy rolls onto her back beside me, her blonde hair streaked with sweat and tangled beneath her head. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes closed.

I get to my knees. My cock is painfully hard again, and I want to come all over her pretty face.

“You wanna be my good little slut?” I ask.

Roxy opens her eyes. “I can’t take any more, Ben,” she whispers. “I need a break.”

I grasp my cock in one hand, a handful of her hair in the other. “Look at me,” I say, pumping my hand. “I’m gonna mess up your beautiful face so every time I look at you, I can remember what you looked like when I ruined you.”

She smiles at me and opens her mouth. I rub the head of my cock against her tongue as I stroke myself.

Holy shit.I thought it would take longer, but my climax is already hurtling toward me. I yank her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. The bruises are purplish, her pulse moving beneath them.

The sight pushes me past the point of no return. I snarl as I release onto Roxy’s face and neck, thick ropes of come catching in her eyelashes and running over her marked throat.

I lower my face to hers, and before she can react, I whip my tongue over her from collarbone to chin, picking up my come as I go. Taking her slick cheeks in my hand, I kiss her hard, pushing my release into her mouth as her lips crush against mine.

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For the second time this evening, I wash Roxy’s hair. The shower feels good, sluicing away all the filth we made.

Except it could never truly be gone. Even if she washes off every atom of me, it changes nothing. She belongs to me now, and I’m gonna see that everyone knows it.

We get dry and settle in bed, her head on my shoulder.

“So, who’s the guy?” I ask.

Roxy nuzzles sleepily into my chest. “What?”

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