Page 80 of Swallow Your Sorries

“That’s it, Dove. Let your pussy kiss my cock too,” I say between kisses.

But when I suck on her bottom lip, the little pop as I release it brings her back down from her high and horror blooms in her irises as she grows deathly still beneath me.

“What the fuck did I just do?” It’s barely a whisper.

“Gushed on my fingers. Sprayed my cock,” I say, dropping my lips to her neck and then the top of her exposed breast that jumps wildly with her heartbeat. I’m about to kiss it and risk a bald spot as her fingers rip at my hair with a vengeance, but something stops me.

Peeking out from her leotard is a reddish-purple bruise.

In the shape of an oval.

Like a mouth.

Like a mouth that isn’t fucking mine.

Ice crawls through my veins as I peel the fabric of her leotard back to get a better look.

Immediately, I lean back, pulling my cock away from her wetness. The cool air of the studio hits it and brings me crashing back down from the high she’d just given us both.

“That better not be a hickey.”

She gazes from me to the red dot, her body growing rigid before she finally meets my eyes again. The defiance is back as she lifts her chin. “Well, it is. I got it yesterday.”

My spine stiffens, my jaw clenching. “What’s his name?”

“Why the hell would I tell you that?”

I grab her jaw with sticky fingers, forcing her to look at me as she tries to turn her head dismissively. As if she didn’t just come all over me.

As if I don’t own her.

“What don’t you fucking understand, Elle? I said—”

“I’m not yours!” she hisses, sitting up as much as she can so we’re almost nose to nose. “I’m not some cattle on your ranch. Like the other brainless heifers on campus you herd and tell what to do. Like your head cow, Rin. I don’t give a fuck what you say. There is nowe. No,us. I don’t even understand why you’re doingthis.Torturing me, like trying to drown me at least that I understand. But this—”

“What? You think me getting you off, me fucking you, can’t be tortuous?”

Her throat bobs, her expression laced with utter confusion. “Why would you even want to fuck someone you hate?”

So naïve.

“Why wouldn’t I? I can still make you cry while I bounce you on my cock. I can hear your whimpers of pain like a lullaby in my ear as I tear your cunt apart and make you bleed.”

She shakes her head slowly, her eyes wide, but I don’t find horror. Just awe. Just thinly veiled excitement. “You’re repulsive.”

“Is that why you soaked my fingers? Why your cunt was just contracting? Trying desperately to grip and suck on my dick?”

Her face burns redder. “Why are you so crass?”

I sit back on my knees, hook her left leg over my arm and lift her like a ragdoll, turning her hips toward the mirror despite her squeal of protest. We both gaze at her reflection and pure joy blooms in my chest as I watch sheer horror contort her features. We zoom in on the gusset of her leotard together where a giant, dark purple stain blooms across her slit.

“See this? See how responsive you are to my crassness,” I say, leaning my chin against her knee and watching the beautiful, slow spread with her like it’s the best film I’ve ever seen.

It is.

I dip my middle finger under her leotard and back into her still-quivering pussy. When I slip it out again, it still clings to her lips for a few seconds by a shimmering string that soon breaks and dangles before sliding along my finger.

And still, Elle doesn’t stop me. She doesnothingbut watch as I bring itto my lips, savouring the first taste of my sweet little dove. Her eyes darken, practically glazing over as she watches me suck on each digit.

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