Page 110 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“Please,” I beg incoherently, needing more. “Can I come, please?”

“No more orgasms for you.”

“But I’m so close.” He stops and I whine,“No.”

“Bratty and selfish whores don’t get to come,” he scolds, then threatens, “dare to try and steal an orgasm, and I’ll whip your pink pussy a nice shade of red.”

“No,” I gasp, closing my thighs in fear.

“Get up here.”

On jelly hands and knees, I scramble to climb onto his lap. I sigh in ecstasy the moment his arms wrap around me. His demands and words are mean, but his touch—it’s as possessive and reverent as it always is. Holding me like a treasure, even as he breaks me, only to put me back together afterward.

Cupping the back of my neck, his teeth nip at my bottom lip before sucking teasingly. It sends a zap straight to my oversensitive clit. I can’t help but squirm on his shaft, resting between my slit, while his free hand roams everywhere.

My breasts and sore nipples.

Down to my flat stomach, squeezing my waist.

Then tracing lower to pinch my ass where his belt lashed my skin.

“Your body was made for sin,” he whispers against my mouth, kissing lightly. “To drive men insane with lust.” Swiping his tongue inside once, he grunts, “But your mouth—it’s my favorite. Especially when it tastes like me.”

“Please fuck me again.” I kiss him deeper, curling my fingers in his hair. “Anything. Use your slut, Mr. King. I need everything. Your cum, your spit… your cock inside my pussy.”

“So eager,” he teases. Licking a wet path down my neck, his lips close around my nipple, sucking and lapping. Returning to my trembling mouth, he says, “So sweet and greedy. Yet all I’m craving is to fuck you dirty and hear you beg for more.”

I nip at his bottom lip, his stubble teasing me, and moan, “Do it. Make me beg.”

“Bring me my jacket.”

I’m confused but don’t question it and rush to bring him his jacket. After passing it to him, I straddle him with my knees on either side of his hips. Spreading my ass cheeks, he aims his crown at my puckered hole and slowly but relentlessly pushes me down. His hips stay still, thighs flexed, as he makes my body accept his invasion.

“Aaa… oh!” I whimper, squirming.

His rough exhale teases my jaw before his lips press against it in a comforting kiss. “You’re doing good. Take every inch deep inside your ass like a slut.”

“You’re too big. I can’t.”

A harsh spank rains down on my ass, thrusting another inch inside. I clench at the sharp burn. “I’ll make it fit. You take it like the horny bitch you are.”

Oh fuck!

His vulgar mouth shouldn’t be enticing.

“It’s going to cost you extra,” I murmur, meeting his vicious gaze.

Gripping my hips, he impales my spasming hole deeper. “For an asshole as tight as yours, I’ll pay anything. Now, fucking sit on my cock.”

“Slow,” I lie, thirsting for the opposite. “Or you’ll tear me.”

“Don’t care,” he growls, knowing my real desire. “I’m two seconds away from throwing you down and pounding your little hole.”

Rising above him with my hands on his shoulders, I thrust down just as he surges up. A scream rips out from my throat when his cock ruthlessly plunges inside me to the hilt.

“Again,” he bites out.

I haven’t even adjusted before he lifts me off him and brings my ass down on his hard, pulsing shaft. The girth, stretching my ass raw.

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