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With these types of desires, nothing about it was predictable. Sure, it was scary, but most women would have just been satisfied laying on their back and praying that it didn't hurt while their husbands did their business. Most didn't get to experience a man dedicated to their own pleasure, if they felt any at all.

“Mmm…” My moan broke out more like whimper, as he dragged his tongue against my clit immediately diverting back to teasing the meat of my inner thigh.

“Mmm…I can tell that you like that,” he said without pushback.

“Yes, Cillian. I want more.”

“My little whore wants more?” He explored my inner thigh with nibbles and kisses, forcing my weakest muscles to clench.

“Mmm…What if I'm not interested in what my little whore wants? What if I just mount you, fill you up and fuck you so hard you can’t walk for a whole week?”

“Please just do something. I let you catch me?—”

“Let me catch you?” Immediately crawling toward my face to intimidate me.

“My little whore didn't let me do anything. I wanted her. So, I took her. And if I want to take my time with her, that's what I intend to do. She is in no position to make demands right now. If she is good, I might just let her come eventually. Does my little whore understand?”

He licked just about everywhere but the folds and with my body so desperately seeking out his attention, all I could manage was an exhausted, “Yes,” as he ended my agony and spread my thighs and buried his mouth between my legs again.

“Oh my god.”

“Funny how God’s getting credit for this, when it's me that’s making you feel breathless,” Cillian teased, spitting on it to make it wetter, his tongue curved and slurped, drinking from me.

My ankles and wrists fought against the restraints, as his lips lightly cupped my clit, engorging its swelling in a way licking alone would take much longer to do. My thighs were so shaky at this point. Gently sucking, then releasing. Making me wish I had something to hold on to, or grab that wasn't the sheet underneath me.

Using his tongue to drive me to a place of insanity, with no warning, he got me close only to rip his pleasure away. Wiping his beard to the best of his ability, he’d managed to slip out of his boxer briefs, sporting the hardest, longest erection I had ever seen this man wear.

“Mmm…” he dipped his fingers between my folds again, this time cleaning his fingers with his own mouth. “Look at me spoiling you. Let you have it this early in. You'll think I'm going soft on you. I plan to torture you until it's me you're calling for, not God.”

Cillian crawled above me, arching his pelvis in a short distance of my face, pushing my shoulders back against the bed.

“I need to make that mouth more useful. If it can't proper scream my name, it might as well be stuffed with cock and used at my leisure,” as he urged his cock directly in front of my mouth, pushing it past my lips before demanding. “Well, it ain't gonna suck itself.”

Letting the tip push past my lips, I brought my mouth back and forth, shaking the headboard behind me. “Jesus fucking Christ, I love my little whore. You want to know why I love my fucking little whore?” He pulled his length out, daring me to answer.

Shaking my head, he answered with, “Because little whores—especially, my little whore—suck the best cock.”

Encouraging me to draw my tongue out, he dragged his balls and shaft along it. “Good girl.” As it wasn’t before long before my bobbing mouth forced him to withdraw, but not before my face was covered in sweat and slobber, and he brought a cloth to wipe most of the excess.

I was hoping to expect a kiss for my service, but all he did when he reached in was peck my neck. “My balls are so heavy right now. It’s time for that lazy cunt to be put to good use,” he whispered, rubbing his length against my folds until the tip of him stretched me wide, allowing the rest of him to slip through.

“I'm going to breed you. I'm going to breed this pussy until you're dripping for days. And I'm not going to stop until I fuck a baby into this tight little cunt.”

“Fuck a baby into me, Cillian.” My voice hoarse but still intelligible, my prompt making him fuck harder into me.

“Don't fucking come. I want you nice and used and begging for release before I let you,” He demanded.

“Please, please let me come,” I begged, my knees shaking from his incredibly rough thrusts.

“Who owns this fucking pussy?” He groaned, fondling my body at all angles, until his hands settled across my neck.

“You do, baby.”

“And what is my little whore good for?”

“To be bred and dripping with your seed.”

“Fuck baby, I'm gonna come,” he warned, as his body thrashed up against mine, his grip tensing as he emptied all he had to give inside me. A moment in his bliss, he sat relaxed and spent until he found the energy to hoist his weight into his elbows, regarding me with gentler eyes.

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