Page 82 of Vendetta Crown

His fingers tighten in my hair. When his cock reaches the back of my throat, I moan around him, relishing how his cock twitches in response.

I release him from my mouth, panting, to catch my breath. One hand keeps stroking him while the other moves lower. His balls feel heavy and full in my palm as I massage them gently, feeling their weight. I lean down to suck one into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue while my hand continues working his shaft.

"You like it when I suck your balls, Daddy?" I ask, looking up at him through my lashes as I stroke his thick length and feel his balls grow harder in my hands. "These balls that are just filling up with your cum for me?"

His golden eyes darken at my words, jaw clenching as he threads his fingers through my hair.

"Fuck yes," he growls. "It's for you. Every last drop."

I moan at his words, feeling a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. I lick my way back up the shaft and take him back into my mouth.

My tongue swirls around his sensitive head and he throws his head back, moaning.

"Look at me while I suck your cock," I command.

He obeys instantly, his eyes locking with mine. "Yes. Take it. Take it all."

And I do. Tears spring to my eyes as he reaches the back of my throat. But the primal look of possession on his face makes it worth it.

"Can you feel how much I love sucking your cock, Daddy?" I whisper when I come up for air, my lips shiny with saliva and precum.

My hand never stops working him, twisting on the upstroke just how I've learned he likes it.

"Fuck yes," he says, his tattooed hand stroking my jaw. "You're such a good little cocksucker."

I whimper, squeezing my thighs together at his filthy words.

"I'myourgood little cocksucker." I say, and then take him back into my mouth with renewed enthusiasm.

His tattooed fingers tangle deeper in my hair, gripping the back of my head firmly. His eyes turn molten, predatory.

"I want to fuck your throat," he growls.

I can only nod, my mouth already full of him. But that's not enough.

"Words," he pulls back just enough for me to gasp.

"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck my throat."

He guides himself back through my lips, past my tongue, and bury himself all the way in my throat. His grip tightens, controlling my movements completely as he begins to thrust. The first push is gentle—testing—but when I relax my throat and take him deeper, his restraint begins to slip.

"That's it," he groans, starting a steady rhythm. "Take every inch."

I focus on breathing through my nose, surrendering completely as he uses my mouth. His cock slides deeper with each thrust, hitting the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes but I refuse to look away from his golden gaze.

I want to see him the moment he loses control in my mouth. I want to watch the adoration in his eyes as he fucks my throat.

"Take it," he praises, his voice thickening with arousal. "Take it deep in your throat."

I moan around his length again to encourage him and he does.

"Put your arms behind your back," he commands suddenly. "I want to see all of you."

I obey immediately, clasping my hands at the small of my back. The position should make me feel vulnerable, my breasts thrust forward, my throat completely at his mercy.

But in front of him, all I feel is infinite safety.

His eyes darken as they rake over my body.

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