Page 83 of Madness

His words are degrading, but they only fuel my desire. I moan around his length, the vibrations sending a shudder through his body.

He responds by thrusting harder, his fingers digging into my scalp as he fucks my mouth with abandon.

“God, yir perfect,” he mutters, his voice barely audible, “So fucking perfect fir this. No one could ever make me feel like this. Only you, Red. Only ever you.”

His words send a thrill of satisfaction through me.

I want to be the one to drive him wild, to be the one he can’t resist even after years of doing so.

With renewed vigour, I increase my efforts, sucking and licking with everything I have.

Harry’s grip on my hair loosens slightly, his breathing growing heavier as he nears his climax, “Red,” he pants, his voice ragged, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come soon. Are yi ready?”

I nod frantically, my mouth still wrapped around his cock. The thought of him filling my mouth with his release sends a surge of excitement through me, and I redouble my efforts, determined to bring him to the edge.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his hips bucking as he comes closer to the brink. “Here it comes, yi wee slut. Take it all.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Harry erupts, his come filling my mouth.

I swallow reflexively, the warm liquid coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.

He continues to pulse, filling my mouth again and again until he’s spent.

Harry pulls out of my mouth with a satisfied sigh, his cock glistening with my saliva. He looks down at me with a satisfied grin on his face, “Good girl,” he praises, “Yi did well. Now, we should probably clean you up.”

I nod, still so obedient for him.

He bends again, this time his tongue licking along the seam of my mouth, and kisses me deeply.

“Fuck. I love the taste of us together.” He says, pulling back.

“I do, too,” I reply, my voice hoarse.

“Do you need more, Red?” he taunts, “Is your sweet wee pussy needing some attention?”

I nod, my words failing me.

“Get up then,” he commands, “On yir feet, slut.”

I slowly stand, Harry’s hand reaching out to assist me. My body trembles with the effort, my legs wobbling slightly.

“Turn around,” his tone leaving no room for argument as I rush to obey him. My pussy clenches around nothing, and my wetness drips down the inside of my thigh from how turned on I am by him using me and speaking to me like this. “Bend over, Red.”

I swallow hard, my throat dry and tight, but I do as I’m told.

Turning my back to him, I lean forward, placing my hands on the edge of the bed. The cool surface of the mattress presses against my palms, grounding me as I wait for what he does next.

Harry’s fingers brush against the curve of my ass, and he traces the line of my spine with his fingertips.

His breath hitches as he explores my body, and my lips curve into a grin that he cannot see, knowing I affect him just as much as he affects me.

“Such a perfect wee ass,” he says.

I bite my lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatens to escape as his hand explores my skin.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, “Wider.”

I obey, spreading my legs until I feel the stretch in my thighs.

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