Page 145 of Swallow Your Sorries

Watch her slick coating my fingers more and more as they disappear and reappear, strings of moisture trailing my palm.

“You think you could drip like this for someone else?”

She only coos, trying desperately to creep forward in a feeble attempt to get away from my onslaught.

“You think you could create such an intense symphony for another cock? Listen.”

And we listen together at the slapping, squelching, wetness.

I increase the pace, and the sight of her back entrance pulsing rhythmically with her contracting pussy makes my cock drip with pre-cum.

“You’re making such a fucking mess,” I say, watching her wetness move down my wrist. I pull my fingers free, sheathing my other hand a half second later, this time with three fingers she can barely take. I move my soaked hand to her gorgeous face and sprinkle it with a flick that makes me imagine my cum exploding on her. The second she gasps, I shove my fingers down her throat.

And my dove sucks them almost as hard as her pussy clamping down on my fingers.

Yet she’s fighting, fighting the urge to roll her eyes back into her head. They flicker up to meet my gaze in the mirror, then directly as I turn to peer down at her. The second we make eye contact, something snaps in her and she gushes, her legs losing control, but I maintain it for her.

Freeing my fingers from her greedy throat, I curl my arm around her torso, keeping her ass high in the air for her.

“Gant!” She’s too damn weak to do anything, even as her fingers grip the back of my shirt and tug, begging me to let up.

“You have your word,” I say, bending down and flicking her clit with my tongue.

“Not here!” she whimpers, but her squirms only work my fingers deeper. “I can’t. Not here—”

Letting me go, she tries to drag herself across the floor, crawling to get from beneath me, but I grab her ankle and drag her back into place, back onto my fingers.

The motion makes her fucking seize, but I know she won’t break as another orgasm overrides her. I won’t let her escape until it fully passes. No matter how hard she begs. Not that she can. She can’t even talk. And when she finally gasps for breath again, it’s like I can see her soul slip back into place.

That’s when I finally show her grace and let her pussy quiver in peace with aftershocks.

Turning around, I rub my fingers against her swollen lips and watch as she sucks them into her mouth again like a pacifier, like she’s trying to soothe herself on me. I should shove my cock into her mouth and let her use that instead, but I don’t want to interrupt the pretty sight. The pretty mess she’s making all over her chin and cheeks as she massages her tongue against each digit.

Feeling her throat contract and watching the aftershocks of her pussy and asshole doing the same nearly makes me explode.

“Mention another cock in front of me and I’ll make you stare at it, detached, while I fuck you unconscious. There are no other try-ons. No, try-ins. Your pussy was made for my cock and my cock alone. No one else gets near it and gets to walk away after. Do you understand me?”

Those beautiful pools of emerald peer up at me.Intome. And my dove doesn’t hesitate. It’s almost imperceptible, but she nods.

Not good enough.

“Tell me.”

“Only you,” she pants out weakly.

Such a good baby.

I look at the cracked door. At her still outstretched arm.

I may have risked a finger fuck, but there’s no way I’ll do that again. No way I’ll risk anyone seeing my baby in pain and bliss when I fuck her.

“I think I’m right about you. That you like when I chase you. You want to fly don’t you, dove? You want to fly and you want me to chase you? Hunt you.”

She says nothing, she can’t. She’s still wet and whimpering.

“You want me to catch you around your pretty little neck? You want me to split you open and eat you? Devour you.”

She licks her lips and nods yes slowly.

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