Page 42 of Punish Me, Daddy

“Oh, fuck, that’s right. You like that, don’t you? You like being used. You’re a dirty little girl who likes having her throat fucked, aren’t you?”

The indecency in his words sent a shudder down my spine, and I moaned around him, making me grip a bit harder on his thighs.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth and come down your throat,” he growled. “And you’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you?”

Another groan, this one louder and more animal than human, and his hips were bucking, his fingers were twisting in my hair, and he was fucking my face like a man possessed.

My eyes watered, my vision blurred, and I tried to breathe, but he was relentless, driving his cock into my mouth with a single-minded intensity that took my breath away. My knees ached, and I could still feel the heat blooming across my ass from the spanking, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was him, and the way he felt, tasted, and sounded.

It was like music, a symphony, and I was lost in it.

I sucked his cock to the best of my ability, but he didn’t stop face fucking me and using my mouth and it was hard to breathe.My chest burned, my eyes stung, and I felt dizzy, but I didn’t want it to stop.

It was exhilarating, being used like this, and knowing that it was all for him. I glanced up at him, and the look on his face sent a shiver down my spine. His jaw was tight, his eyes were dark, and he looked dangerous and beautiful and powerful, and I was sure I had never seen anything more erotic in my entire life.

He groaned and his grip on my hair tightened. Then he pulled his cock free from my lips and smacked my cheek with it.

I gasped.

“Open your mouth, Sloane. Stick out your tongue.”

I did.

His cock was hard and hot and glistening with my saliva and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Eyes on me,” he growled.

He shoved his cock back in my mouth and I tried to breathe around him, but it was increasingly difficult.He fucked my face faster and harder, and I was a mess, tears streaming down my cheeks, drool dripping from the corners of my lips, and he didn’t let up.

He used me like I was a toy, and it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. I felt a flush spreading across my chest and my legs started to tremble.

“Fuck, Sloane, I’m close,” he groaned. “Are you ready for my cum, bad girl?”

I moaned and sucked him harder, desperate to please him.

He let out a guttural growl and his fingers tightened in my hair.

“That’s right,” he urged. “Swallow my cock. Swallow my cum. Swallow every drop, Sloane. That’s a good little slut.”

He thrust his cock deep into my throat and held it there, his legs shaking and his whole body tensing.

“Oh, fuck, Sloane, yes,” he growled.

The first hot spurt of his cum splashed against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow around him, once, then twice, but then he pulled his cock out and I stuck my tongue out, trying to catch the stray droplets of his seed.

I felt it hit my tongue, warm and sticky, and I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of him as it splashed all over the rest of my face. I felt dirty and wrong and used, but somehow, it still felt right.

“Look at me, little girl,” he grunted.

I opened my eyes, and the look on his face was intense. We stared at each other for a long minute, me taking in the planes of his rugged face and the unyielding set of his jaw. I wanted to close my eyes against what I knew he was seeing: me, on my knees before him, defeated, owned, with his cum dripping down my flushed face.

He grabbed my chin, his grasp firm, but not painful, and he leaned down, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Do you know what happens now?”

I gulped.

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