Page 144 of Swallow Your Sorries

The gurgle of saliva and rattle of air she squeaks out as I grip her throat is blood-curdling, but mine’s already curdled. I glare into her eyes, which are so wide I swear they’re making room for her soul to leave her body.

The mirror makes a crackling sound in protest as I slam her back against it. She sputters as I drag her up from the floor, and back onto her feet, onto her tiptoes. She struggles to stay grounded as I tower over her, her nails stabbing at my wrists, but once again my little dove isn’t trying to pry me off of her. Instead, she’s holding on for dear life.

“Are you implying that you want someone else’s cock?”

“It’s just,” she sputters again, and I ease my hold just enough so that she can get the words out. “If I’m going to do something like that, it should count, right?”

“Count?Did you just fucking saycount?”

“I mean, it would make sense to let you go first since it’s my first time. That way I could start off smaller, but I really want the full experience.”

What the fuck is she playing at?

She licks her lips, a gleam in her eye despite my hold on her. “And since our agreement would come to an end anyway, maybe I could try someone else after. Someone like Hale or Zedd?”

Red, it’s all I see as the fringes of my vision grow hazy. It’s creeping up on me. That manic craze I can’t control.

Like when I sit in a car.

Or when I touch something clammy and cold.

Even as my grip grows tighter, she grows bolder, licking her dry lips. “You would know better than me seeing as you share a dorm and locker room with them. You could tell me who’s the biggest? Or since you like games so much, we could all play Goldilocks and find out who’s the best fit?”

The blood rushing through my ears feels like a fucking tsunami.

“You say that even as my cock’s stabbing you above the navel?” I tighten my hold again and she gags, no longer able to spew her bullshit. “Do you want me to show you just howtinymy cock is while I’m rearranging your guts? Just how much it wouldn’t count when you’re begging me to stop? When you’re watering from both holes, the one taking my cock and your foul mouth that’s choking on its own saliva when I send you off into another dimension.”

I slide my fingers into her tights and curl them into her dripping slit.

“Look how excited you are. Do you think anyone else can make you this wet? You think anyone can make you come harder than I can?”

“Gant!” she sputters, as I use my grip in her hot channel to lift her off the floor, pinning her between my chest and the mirror.

I’ve never been this deep inside her. I don’t think anything’s been this deep inside her. She wraps her legs around me and damn near purrs as my fingers slip over her G spot relentlessly.

“Ohhh.”

That’s what I thought.

“Please.”

She tries to get away from me as her body tenses, soaring towards a climax. Unclasping her legs she slides down with the mirror’s slippery assistance and I let her.

For less than two seconds.

She falls to all fours and attempts to slip between my legs.Perfect. I drop to my knees, with my back to her head and pin her torso flat against the floor. Instinctively, her legs flail and I use the opening to my advantage, slipping my fingers right back into her quivering cunt.

“Gant please!”

I massage her silky walls and use my grip to hike her ass high in the air, pressing that sweet spot harder, faster, in a come hither motion.

“Please what?”

Her response is a strangled moan.

“Look in the mirror,” I hiss. With my free hand, I grab her long ponytail and force her to turn left so she can watch the show with me.

Watch my fingers work her aching hole that’s gripping me so tight, there’s no way she can take all of my cock at once.

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