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Her watery eyes meet mine. “You also said you wanted to know how good I sound when I’m choking on it.”

She’s trying to kill me. I know she is.

“Is that what you want, hmm? To choke on my cock?”

“Yes.”

At least she’s honest.

“Then fucking stay still and behave.” She falls still immediately, behaving now that she knows I’m going to give her what she wants. I press my thumb against her chin, gently opening her mouth again. My eyes stay locked with hers as I press my cock between her lips, feeding it into her mouth inch by inch.

She’s stretched to capacity, and I’m not even halfway in. It’ll just have to do, though. I’m not going to risk hurting her by trying to take more than she can safely handle. I rock my hips slowly at first, testing to see if she’s going to behave. She practically quivers beneath me, desperate to plunge down on me again, but she doesn’t.

She waits, letting me do what I want like a good girl.

I grunt, tightening my hand in her hair.

“Touch your pussy.”

She immediately slips her hand between her legs.

As soon as she does, I give her what she wants, fucking her face like she’s practically begging me to do. I’m rough with her, but I’m careful, too. I plunge deep, holding her down on my cock until her throat closes around me, and then I back off to let her breathe. Again and again.

Every damn time her throat closes around the head of my cock, my balls threaten to give up the fight. Every damn time I hold her there, her hand moves faster between her legs. She fucking loves it.

When I’m on the edge, I pull out of her hot little mouth, dragging her into my arms. I stomp the few feet to the bed, tossing her down onto her stomach. Before she can even move, I’ve got her ass in the air and my mouth on her.

“Slade!” She jerks forward as if she’s trying to get away from my mouth.

I hook an arm around her waist, keeping her right where I want her. One hand comes down on her right cheek in a hard smack, a reminder that she isn’t going anywhere until I decide she can.

She cries out, coming all over my face and beard.

I roar against her pussy, rising up behind her. She’s still shaking when I slam into her, one hand holding her face against the bed. I fuck her hard, pounding into her in ruthless strikes that have her crying out my name again and again.

She comes on my cock, shattering into a million little pieces.

I flip her over, wrapping one hand around her throat. “Make yourself come again, Who. Right now.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. Do it.”

“Slade,” she whimpers.

I pump my hips, rocking into her. “Get your hand between your legs and touch your pussy, Skye. If I have to tell you again, it’ll be while I’m leaving my handprints on those gorgeous tits.”

Her pussy clenches at my threat. Interesting. I file that away for later.

She slips her hand between our bodies, rolling her fingers over her clit. A little crack of sound leaves her lips. She’s sensitive, close to cracking. I stay perfectly still, impaled on her while she fingers herself. Despite everything we’ve already done, she still blushes while she does it.

“Goddamn, baby.” I run my hands up and down her body, worshipping her. “You have no idea how good you look touching what belongs to me.”

“It’d l-look better if you w-were touching it.”

I smile, placing my hand over hers. “You want me to help, Little Who?”

“Yes!”

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