Page 72 of Born into Darkness

“I will never get tired of seeing that.” His voice is strained and even sexier than usual. “No matter what I’m doing, some part of me will always be reliving this moment. My beautiful girl choking on my big fat dick, trying so hard to take me all the way in.”

Tears run down my cheeks from gagging, and the sight of it nearly sends him over the edge.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “I’m going to come so fucking hard, and you better swallow every goddamn drop.”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan, closing my eyes and sucking harder, putting everything I have into what I’m doing. I bring my other hand lower, cupping his heavy balls while I work as much of his cock as I can into my mouth.

Tipping his head back, he groans my name right before I feel his whole body tense. He pulses inside my mouth, coming hard as his hips stutter and he palms the back of my head, keeping me locked in place. I relax against him, letting him use my mouth as he wants and needs until he’s completely spent. With a ragged breath, he softens his hand and opens his eyes to look down at me.

I give his cock another suck as I meet his eyes. He starts to grow soft, but I don’t pull back. He may be right about my bratty side, but that’s not how I feel right now. After getting on my knees for him, I’m surprised by how badly I want him to take care of me. He can somehow sense what I need, running his fingers through my hair in a soothing motion that has my eyes dripping closed at his touch.

“There’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Still stuffed with my cock and wanting praise.”

His thumb caresses my cheek and then runs over my stretched-out upper lip. “That was fucking amazing, baby. I had no idea anything could feel that good. You jumped the line, though. I wanted to eat your pussy first, remember?”

Whatever he sees on my face has him grinning before he taps the tip of my nose. “Don’t get pissed at me yet. Save that for later, because, Talia, I am going to make you pay for this.”

I give him another suck before slowly pulling back. He’s still semi-hard, and I know it wouldn’t take much to get him fully going again, but I resist and let him go.

“I was just trying to help you out,” I say as soon as my mouth is empty.

He pulls his pants back up and kneels down so he can cup my face. “And I appreciate it and it felt amazing.”

“So what’s the problem? Why do I need this horrible punishment you’re thinking of giving me?”

He smiles at my pouty tone. “Oh, sweetheart, make no mistake, you’re going to love the punishment. You’re just going to hate how long I make you wait to come.”

Before I can argue, he kisses me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue when he gives it a suck. Pulling back, he rests his forehead against mine.

“I’m staying at my house tonight, and you’re coming with me. I need time alone with you.”

I nod, wanting that just as badly as he does.

“The punishment is because I like to be obeyed, but it turns out I also love it when your bratty side comes out and you defiantly disobey me.”

“If you love it, then why am I being punished?”

“Well, I can’t just let you get away with it, now can I? What kind of dom would I be if I didn’t have control of my sub?”

“Is that what we’re calling ourselves?” I ask with a laugh.

He shrugs and kisses the tip of my nose. “We can call ourselves whatever we want. I don’t care so much what other people do or if we’re similar to that. I don’t give a fuck about anyone but us. We make our own rules. If we like it, we do it. There’s no need to complicate it.”

“What if you like something and I don’t?”

He gives me an easy smile. “Then we don’t do it. Whatever it is, I’ll stop liking it the second you don’t want to do it. This stuff only turns me on if you’re into it. If you hate it, I’ll hate it. I never want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. That’s not sexy to me.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Okay, then. We experiment and find what we like.”

“Deal.” He smacks my ass and says, “We really need to get out there or they will come looking.”

I nod my head in agreement and reach out to zip up his jeans and button them. “Can’t have you going out there like that. We’re going to look guilty enough as is.”

“We are. You, sweetheart, have swollen lips, tear-streaked cheeks, and messed up hair. You look like a woman who’s just been down on her knees.”

“Oh my god,” I groan, getting up and running into the bathroom so I can fix my hair and splash water onto my face.

Max is still grinning when I walk back out. As soon as I’m close enough, he pulls me to him and kisses me. “You may fool everyone else, but every time I look at you, I’m going to remember what these gorgeous lips look like wrapped around my cock, and I’m going to hear all the sweet little moans and whimpers and feel that very talented tongue of yours running over me and licking me like you’ll never be able to get enough. You’re a very hungry little thing.”

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