Page 52 of The Criminal's Custody

I moan in response and continue to suck him.

Damon’s fingers run through my hair as his cock throbs in my mouth. I can sense he’s going to cum soon.

And, god, I really want him to cum.

Damon groans again. I look up at him, unable to speak because his thick and long manhood is currently silencing me. His eyes are shut in a state of blissful euphoria.

I love that I’m able to do this to him: to be able to render a man of such confidence and strength utterly vulnerable through the simple touch of my lips.

I keep working him until he’s groaning again. And again. And again.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “What are you able to do with those lips of yours...”

And then there’s the sentence I’ve been waiting for...

“I’m going to cum, Ava.”

I moan.

This is exactly what I want. I am so turned on. I am engulfed in hungry lust.

I want to please him. I want him to feel good.

In one final act, Damon thrusts his cock down my throat before he unleashes himself. He hisses as his hot semen fillsmy mouth. I close my eyes and succumb to him, moaning as he empties himself between my wet lips.

He withdraws from me. I let out a long breath. My lips are wet with him.

That was so incredibly sexy...

Damon is panting.

“I like how you’re like that,” I say, my mouth still very much tasting of him. “All sweaty and out of breath. I like how I’ve made you like that.”

The man looks down at me with a hard stare. He looks at me triumphantly, like he’s made his mark.

He owns my mouth. He truly owns me.

“Well,” Damon says, “if we’re doing favors for each other, then now it’s my turn...”

And then he’s pulling me back to my feet with the strength of just one hand.

Oh, there’s that big powerful New York gangster again...

He twirls me around and dumps me down into his office chair. I let out a giggle at being manhandled like this. Unlike just five minutes ago, I’ve now given myself up totally to his control. And it feels absolutelyincredible.

I’m in his chair, looking up at him, and wondering what he’s going to do next.

I don’t have to wonder for very long.

Damon gets down on his own knees in front of me, parting my legs with a single push.

He looks up my skirt.

And he tuts.

“No panties today, Ava?” he asks.

I giggle again and shake my head. “Nope.”

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