Page 107 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

Rough hands grasp my waist and yank my front flush against a clothed and firm chest. My nipples scrape over the soft material when he carries me across the room to the couch.

My feet touch the carpet only for a nanosecond before I’m bent over the arm of the couch. The whooshing sound of him unclasping his belt and unzipping his pants pierces the air before I’m screaming his name as he fills my pussy in one stroke.

That’s all it takes for me to shatter around his cock.

The orgasm, splintering me into a million pieces.

“Nasty little slut.” I hear him chuckle over the blinding pleasure. “Soaked. Tight. Choking my fat cock.”

He drives into my spasming walls without a care. Rough grunts slip from his lips, mixing with my moans. Tilting my hips until I’m lifted off the ground, my face smashing into thecushion, he sets a violent pace that has stars dancing behind my eyes.

“You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” he taunts, a stinging slap landing on my ass. “Coming like a whore without permission.” Fisting my hair, he tugs my head back and our eyes lock. “You hungry for any man’s cock or only mine?”

“Yours.”Spank.

“Whose dirty little cumslut are you?”

“Yours, Mr. King.”Spank.

“Who owns yours pussy?”

“Only you.”Spank.

The palm delivering sharp slaps to my poor ass runs upward to pinch both my nipples, drawing a cry from my lips. At the same time, he spits on my parted mouth like I’m nothing but a cheap slut. Gripping my cheeks, he squeezes and does it again.

Until I have no choice but to swallow.

I lick an errant drop from the corner of my mouth, making his pupils dilate in carnal lust. “Pathetic little slut, doing anything for a quick buck. Let’s see just how shameless you are.”

Using his grip in my long strands, he turns me around to face him and forces me to kneel. Towering over me, so large and sinful in his black suit, I feel small and submissive.

Every little difference between us makes my head spin with lust.

Our height.

Our strength.

If he wishes, he could easily overpower me and take my body as ruthlessly as he craves. In all the chances I’ve given him, he never has. Even when he’s out of control and ruled by his own animalistic urges.

“What are you looking at? Work that mouth on my dick,” he sneers, all mean. “Taste how much your little pussy soaked me.”

I wrap my hand around the base and seal my lips around the crown, sucking hard until I taste our combined juices. As he leaks precum into my mouth, I bob my head up and down, closing my eyes as I worship his cock.

Above me, I hear him discard his suit jacket.

Not wanting to miss the striptease, I watch through hooded eyes as he rolls his sleeves, baring his inked arms. He looks so strict and ravishing, I leak down my thighs and onto the floor.

Popping him out of my mouth, I lick the underside of his shaft, rolling my tongue around his ladder. The bold move causes him to throb in my grip.

Pulling out his heavy ball sack from his pants, I cup them before taking one in my wet mouth. His strong, masculine scent fills my nostrils. I hum around him, pumping his length with both hands.

Just as I feel his sack pull taut, he yanks me off him.

I whine in disappointment.

“I own you.” He smacks my cheek with his cock. “I control you.” Slapping my lips with the tip, he grits out, “You take what I give you.”

Tucking his erection, much to my dismay, he whips out his belt.

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