Page 145 of Sinner's Salvation

She’s fucking perfect. I unbuckle my seatbelt and hers, pulling her up.

“So impatient.”

“So bratty. Your ass is begging for my palm.”

I back her into the rear cabin. Desire floods me so intensely that I am incapable of deciding what to do to her first. But she takes the decision from me when she drops to her knees and unzips my pants, making my fantasy a reality.

“Fuck. Such a perfect sight.”

She pulls me out, my cock jutting straight to her face. I’m steel-hard and so damn eager for her lips.

She tugs at the barbell. “Does this hurt?”

“It will if you don’t start sucking, darling.”

“So romantic.”

I chuckle, and she takes a tentative lick, sucking on my head. I grip her hair, tugging her head back.

“Don’t tease a starving man, love. Or I am going to fuck that pretty little mouth myself.”

She licks me, tip to root, playing with the barbell. The piercer was right, it really heightens the pleasure. A teasing smile grazes her lips as she sucks on the head of my dick, twirling her tongue and moaning as if it’s a damn lollipop. Bobbing her head up and down, she takes as much of me as she can in her mouth. It’s so fucking good. I buck, groaning low. “Fuck.”

She releases my head with a pop, only to pull at the barbell with her teeth. If this is her exploration, she can use my damn cock as her study.

“Good fucking Christ, Violet. You’re too damn good at that.”

She licks the vein traveling over my cock and says, “I’ve watched some hentai; looks like that anime porn came in handy.” She grins and digs her tongue into the small slit before sucking on my balls, jerking my cock up and down. Her hums vibrate against my cock, making me lose my damn eyesight for a moment. I jab my teeth into my lip to the point of breaking skin. But my woman is on a mission to drive me insane with lust. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her pouty mouth, her eyes peeling me bare, I stand no chance.

“Fuck,” I growl. She laps at my head a few more times, licking her lips, her face drawn in satisfaction, while I gather my wits and call back my soul to my body. This woman is sexy and playful, confident and shy. I am a goner for both versions.

My control breaks. Holding her face between my palms, I thrust my cock into her mouth until I hit her throat. She gags, eyes filling with tears and spit forming at the corners of her mouth.

“You look fucking perfect. On your knees, mouth full of my cock. You’re my good girl, taking me like a good slut.”

With her hands gripping my thighs, I fuck her mouth. Pulling my cock out to let her breathe, a trace of spit connects her mouth with the head of my dick.

“Now, relax your throat and breathe through your nose. I’m going deeper.” I slam back in, past her gag reflex, and down her throat. Her eyes widen.

“Just tap my thigh if it’s too much, but I’m already in your throat. Keep breathing through your nose and take me further down.”

She offers a small nod.

“Just like that, you’re doing so fucking good, my beautiful woman. Taking all of me.”

It’s too much—too much pleasure and desperation.

Too much of her.

I can’t hold it any longer. I pull out and say, “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

She does and with a loan groan, I pump my dick a few more times, erupting on her tongue.

“Swallow.”

She obeys. I gather the last bit of cum with my finger and offer it to her.

“Such a good and dirty girl for me.”

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