Page 17 of Their Darkest Desire

‘You love sucking your master’s cock, don't you, my filthy little whore’

I look back at her. “Is that how you want me to call you? My filthy little whore? I should hold on to this one, it might give us some ideas to try out. Don't you think so?”

Her face turns red all the way down to her chest. Don’t tell me this is already embarrassing her, especially after what we did before getting out of bed. I should’ve just stayed there and fucked her into oblivion.

She grabs the book out of my hand and sits back down.

“Shut up,” she mumbles and starts to read her smutty novel.

I smirk at her and lean down to pick her up, placing her on my lap. A high-pitched screech leaves her lips in surprise. It reminds me of the last time she made that noise. Gods, I’m hard again.

The need to sink into her comes back, and all I want now is to have her bouncing on my cock, milking me while her perfect, full breasts jump with the movement.

Chapter 9

Evelyn

Felix’s hard-on isn’t exactly making it easy for me to just stay still. I shift on his lap, trying to make myself more comfortable.

“Keep moving like that and you'll find yourself in a whole different position.”

His words have a dark, promising tone to them and all I want to do now is test him, see if he’ll actually go through with it.

Moving my hips slowly, grinding against his hardened member, I can hear him groaning in my ear.

“Such a tease. You want to be my little whore?”

Felix pushes me off his lap and gets up. Standing over me, he fists my hair and pulls my face closer to his crotch. This man knows just what to say to me. I nod my head slowly staring into his lustful eyes.

“Open it. Now!”

His command makes me spring into action, my fingers fumbling over his jeans button before finally being able to open it. His grip on my hair tightens and delicious sharp stings pull at my head.

“Take. It. Out.” He growls.

My hand moves to his boxers and I pull the band down until his huge, pierced member jumps up. I reach for him, trying to find the best way possible to make him feel the same way he does me. But I don’t know what he likes. I’ve never taken initiative before–my previous partners always just did whatever they wanted and never asked me to do anything other than ‘lie down.’

He groans the moment my fingers touch his cock, my thumb brushing the ball of the piercing that is placed on the tip. I lick my lips in anticipation, knowing he won't take it easy on me, but that's how I like him to be. Rough, like I’m not some porcelain doll that might break any minute.

“Behaving like a slut will get you treated like one,” he grunts before pushing his cock into my mouth. I wasn’t fully prepared for the size, but I try my best to take everything he gives me. Not that he’s giving me an option with it.

Gagging, tears, and drool drip off my face as he forces his cock into my throat as deep and rough as he can. I hollow out my cheeks and try to suck him while he pounds into me relentlessly.

I’m so wet right now, I'm soaking through my panties.

He pulls his dick out to give me a chance to breathe, then smiles up at me.

“Do you want to know what I think? I think I like you more like this. Covered in tears and drool while sucking me off. What a sight you are. You like being my dirty little slut, don’t you?”

I nod my head at him as I wipe my mouth with my hand. As fucked up as it is, I love the way he talks to me in these moments.

Sticking out my tongue, I start to swirl it over the little ball on his Prince Albert piercing.

“Fuck!” he groans while I slide my tongue over his tip and take him into my mouth as deep as I can.

He’s losing the battle with his control. He pushes on my head, thrusting his cock so deep that my throat and nose touch hislower abdomen and he grunts out his release. Hot, salty spurts of come shoot my throat and he grabs my chin.

“Swallow!”

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