Page 47 of The King of Hearts

I’m going to black out, and the most fucked-up part is I may do it in the midst of an orgasm. With zero stimulation.

Just when my eyes flutter closed, the first tingles of my release forms, welcoming the darkness, I’m suddenly brought back to awareness when his grip loosens. My release fades, and I want to kick, scream, and rant like a spoiled child.

Instead, I suck in needy gulps of air because that’s what my body demands I do.

“You think you deserve to come?” he taunts in my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and scraping his teeth across it. “You’ve been bad, Savina, and only good girls get to come.”

“Please,” I beg. “I promise I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you want. Just tell me.”

He nips his teeth over the same spot he bit earlier on my neck, and both pleasure and pain reignite the simmering flame inside me.

“I don’t believe you.”

I swipe my tongue across my lips, tasting the salt in the air. “I swear I will. Just please let me come.”

He doesn’t reply. My throat is released, and before I know what’s happening, his weight is gone, and he’s up on his feet. I look up at my devil as he stands over me with his mask back in place.

“Wha—?”

My mouth snaps closed when his hands move to his belt, and he begins to undo it slowly.

“You haven’t earned your release,” he says, working the button on his pants free and pulling down the zipper. “But I’ll be taking mine.”

I hold my breath, waiting with anticipation as he peels the sides of his pants open. What falls out is bigger than any dick I’ve seen in all the porn I’ve watched. Even in the dark, the thing looks massive as it juts out from his hips. I can’t see the color or any of its details, but I damn sure see the size. It has to be near as fat and long as my arm.

I get up on my elbows. My slip is wet from the damp grass, but I hardly feel the coolness.

My devil wraps his fist around his cock and gives it one stroke. When he slides his hand back down to the base, his grip tightens. “You want my cock, baby?” he asks.

My eyes stay pinned between his legs, and I nod. “Yes.”

“You want to choke on it, or do you want it tearing through your pussy?”

“Either. Both.” My voice comes out breathy, this time not because my air is restricted.

He strokes his cock a couple of times before he replies. “Too bad for you, you get neither.”

My eyes jerk up and meet his through his mask.

“We’re going to play a game,” he says. “Let’s call it ‘Daddy’s Little Slut.’”

Although I recoil at the name, a disturbing part of me can’t help but be turned on.

Jesus, there really is something wrong with me.

“You’re going to lie there like Daddy’s good little girl and let me cover you with my cum. You touch your pussy and the consequences won’t be pleasant for you. You try to touch me, and Daddy will make you bleed.” He pauses long enough to stroke his cock a couple more times. “Now spread your legs and let Daddy see his slut’s pretty pussy.”

It’s completely fucking mental, but I follow through with his demand and spread my legs. My slip is already at my waist, so when my thighs are parted, he’s got a bird’s eye view of my pussy.

“No panties,” he tsks. “Were you hoping to get fucked tonight, Little Vicious?”

My fingers dig into the grass. “Yes.”

His pants sag around his waist when he drops to his knees between my spread thighs. My legs are wide enough that he doesn’t touch me, which is really disappointing.

“Lift your top. I want to see those pretty tits.”

My movements are automatic as I lift my slip until my breasts are bared.

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