Page 117 of Broken Honor

He pulls back just a bit, then pushes forward again, deeper. My tongue flattens along the underside of his shaft as he fucks into my mouth with slow, purposeful strokes.

“You’re taking me so well, Lunetta,” he breathes, tone thick with control and hunger. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

His hips begin to thrust. Not violently—he’s not trying to hurt me—but with a deliberate force that sends his cock deeper into my mouth with every roll of his body. My lips stretch wider, and my jaw aches. Saliva drips down my chin as I fight to keep up.

“Just like that,” he whispers, eyes pinned to mine. “Look at you… such a good girl for me.”

The praise ignites something deep in me. I moan around his cock, and the vibration makes him groan through gritted teeth.

“F—God, do that again.”

His thrusts stutter, slow for a breath. His hand slides to cup my cheek, tender for a moment, then curls back into control.

I adjust, tightening my lips, cheeks hollowing as I suck him harder. His cock slides deeper, now coated in spit, gliding in and out of my mouth with slick, filthy sounds.

“Oh… that’s it,” he groans, voice cracking with restraint. “You’re learning me so fast.”

I want to undo him. I want to ruin his control. I push myself harder—taking him to the back of my throat, working his cock like it’s mine to worship.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he rasps, panting now. “So fucking good for me.”

His hips drive harder. The rhythm picks up, cock slamming into my mouth with growing force. My throat stretches to take him, spit dripping down my neck, but I stay there—needing to be used, to give him everything.

His grip tightens, holding me in place.

My moan is swallowed by his cock—and that’s what sends him over.

“Fuck—don’t do that unless you want me to lose it.”

But I do. I want to feel him fall apart in my mouth.

He thrusts deep, past the back of my throat, and I feel him jerk.

“Shit… I’m—baby, I’m gonna…”

His cock pulses, and then he unloads—thick, hot streams of cum spilling across my tongue, coating the back of my throat. I swallow as much as I can, but there’s too much. It leaks from the corners of my mouth, trailing down my chin.

His body shakes, breath ragged, hand still firm in my hair.

“God… look at you.”

He wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb, smearing the release across my cheek.

“You’re unreal.”

I look up at him, lips parted, eyes glossy. His other hand cups my jaw, reverent and rough all at once.

“You didn’t have to take it all,” he says, voice low and serious. “But you did. For me.”

I nod faintly, the pulse between my legs throbbing.

“Come here,” he says. “Let me take care of you now.”

He crouches, curling his fingers under my chin and lifting me as if I weigh nothing. My legs tremble, knees weak from the strain, but he holds me steady, strong arms around me like I belong there.

Then he kisses me—full, filthy, and possessive. His tongue slides against mine, tasting himself on my lips, and he groans like it undoes him.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers into my mouth. “So sweet. So good.”

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