Page 58 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“Staking your claim on my cock, little vixen?”

My grip —which is far from closed around him—tightens possessively. Teasing the tip, which makes the brown in his eyes go dark, I murmur, “If my holes are yours to fuck and own, then your cock is mine too, King.”

Picking me up until I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist, he steps into the shower and slams me against the wall.

“My cock has been yours since the first second I laid eyes on you, Twinkle,” he confesses against my lips in the softest voice. “It’s yours for as long as you want it.”

The glimpse into the depth of his feelings for me sends my heart fluttering like a bird behind my ribs. Since I’m still figuring out the mess of emotions he’s awaken inside me, I fuse my lips with his and kiss him deeply.

Grabbing his pulsing cock with my free hand, I slide it between my pussy lips and rub it up and down. The blissful contact makes us groan in pleasure into each other’s mouth.

I match our tongues’ strokes to his pierced cockhead grinding against my clit.

The friction of his Jacob’s ladder against my pussy immediately drives me insane.

He thrusts in my grip roughly, biting down on my bottom lip.

“If you haven’t stopped thinking about me,” I rasp raggedly against his mouth, while teasing my entrance with his dick. “Why aren’t you inside me already? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I want to punish you before I fuck you,” he growls angrily. “And when Idofuck you, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.” Slapping my hand away, he traces his shaft between my folds. The gesture is furious, yet he all but fucks me without penetration. “Not only am I going to torment you for being a stubborn little girl, but I’m also going to punish you for pushing me away and lying about not being as far gone as I am for you.” Spanking my swollen clit with his cock mercilessly until I’m grinding and crying on him, he hisses in my ear, “You’re going to learn what it’s like to wait for the one thing you desperately crave but can’t have, even when it’s right in front of you.”

“King!”

I come again all over his cock.

And it’s just from his sinful, taunting words.

That’s how much power he has over me.

When I come back to earth, I’m clinging to him. Pressing my panting mouth against his shoulder, I taste his skin with my lips and tongue. The urge overpowers me and I lick and bite at his tattoos. His hard nipples. His collarbone, where I brand him with my teeth.

He lets me, while exploring my trembling body.

“This is the only time I’ll allow you to take this slow,” he says, dropping me to the floor. “So have your fill.”

I smile, dropping to my knees. “Yes, Master.”

Leaning forward, I swallow the head of his cock and suck the precum down my throat. Fisting my hair, he pulls at the strands until I’m gazing up at him with my mouth full.

“Just one more suck, slave.”

Why?I ask with my eyes.

“I decide when and where I want to fill you with my cum.”

Inching my palms up his thighs, I reach back and cup his ass, taking as much of his hard, veined, and pierced length as I can. He doesn’t even make it halfway before he hits my gag reflex. My eyes water when he savagely thrusts deeper.

As soon as I’ve sucked him once, he withdraws.

Before I can fall forward on my hands, he helps me up and holds me protectively against his chest.

I sigh in relief when he turns on the shower and warm water drenches us in seconds. I stare up him, smiling happily. His hair falls over his forehead, accentuating his features villainously.

His size makes me feel small and feminine.

Especially when his large hands cup my breasts, flicking the pad of his thumbs against my hard-as-diamond nipples. Bending, he latches onto one and rolls it around his tongue.

I run my fingers through his strands, arching my back to press deeper into his wet mouth. He turns and gives the same attention to my neglected nipple.

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