Page 60 of Inferno

I do as he says, and he pulls my hair at the roots tighter.

“Mmm, yes.”

I keep watching him as I bob my head up and down. It’s a weird sensation, but seeing how turned on he is has me wanting more.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. You’re doing such a good job, baby,” he says through gritted teeth.

He puts slight pressure on the back of my head to hold me in place and moves his hips. His eyes catch mine and they darken with pure hunger. Enough to make my pussy ache for him.

“You look so beautiful when I fuck your face. Next time, I’ll film it so you can see just how pretty you are. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you watch it while I eat you out.”

I wish there was a next time.

I pick up the pace, working with the thrusts of his hip, my scalp stinging from where he’s pulling. Pain and pleasure are perfectly entangled.

“I’m gonna come down your throat.” His voice is husky and so fucking hot with that Irish accent.

I nod, and he holds me there. His thighs tense up and I dig my nails into his skin as he coats my throat with his cum.

“Fuck,” he roars out.

It would be better if he was growling out my name. I swallow, and before he can pull me off, I lick him clean as he strokes my cheek.

“Where have you been hiding?” he asks, and I look away.

“I’ve been living in Italy with my brother.” I lie with the first thing that comes to my head.

It sounds better than I was kidnapped at eighteen and forced to marry a monster who forces me to kill for him.

“What’s in Italy? Other than the sun and decent food.”

“I have a waitressing job by the sea, and my ex doesn’t live there.”

“You weren’t meant for him,” he says seriously.

I raise an eyebrow.

“How so?”

“Because if you were mine, I would make it my mission to make sure you were relaxed enough to turn your brain off. I’d make sure you had unlimited orgasms every day, whenever and wherever you want them. I’d take the time to learn and explore your body, mind, and soul.”

That will never be my life.

He sits up and pulls me up into his arms.

“Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?” He leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead.

I nod as I run my hand through my hair and frown when it feels sticky. I look down at my fingers and his chest vibrates as he laughs.

“I need to wash my hair,” I giggle, wiping my hand on his chest.

“Yes, baby. I’ll wash my cum out of your hair, no problem.” He winks, and I nearly die of embarrassment.

As he carries my spent body into the huge bathroom, once the tub is filled, he lowers me in the bubbles and I let out a moan, every muscle relaxing.

The water spills over as he gets in behind me and lays me back onto his chest, which vibrates as he sighs.

“You okay?” I ask, feeling his racing heart.

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