Page 63 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

Wait… What?

My limbs are like jelly as he pushes me into a kneeling position, facing him. I clench against the toys, while blinking up at him. His eyes have glazed over with potent lust.

“You were eager to suck my dick, weren’t you, you cocktease?” he taunts shamelessly, bending and wrenching the top of my dress down until my naked tits spill free.

I stare wide-eyed when he pulls out a set of feathery cuffs from his back pocket.

“Answer me.” He lightly taps my cheek with his fingers.

“Yes, I want to.” I forget all about where we’re at as I beg, “Please.”

“Too bad,” he hums, twisting my arms behind my back and sliding the cuffs on. The sound of the lock clicking into place sends my heart racing. “Because I’m in the mood to fuck your throat until your face is a mess of tears and mascara.”

Unconcerned about doing the walk of shame out of the store, I thrust my breasts out seductively and purr, “Whatever you want, Master.”

“So eager to be used like a whore.” He unbuttons and lowers his zipper, yanking out his hard and pierced cock. Shuffling closer, he strokes the length in his fist. So harsh and fast, I become spellbound.

I’ve been dying to taste him since our shower.

His metal piercings glisten and tempt me every time he pulls at them. I fruitlessly fight against the cuffs. They should have a warning label on these things. They look frilly but their grip is strong.

His purple crown leaks precum, making me lick my lips.

Since when did I become so desperate for cock?

Taking pity on me, Kingston fists my hair and wraps the tresses twice to have me completely at his mercy. This will be no gentle blowjob, where I tease and torment and seduce him.

He’s in charge, aiming to use my mouth and throat as nothing but a cumhole.

Looking straight into my hooded gaze, he runs the tip around the seam of my lips, glossing it with his precum. We both gasp at the contact.

I swipe at the small slit with my tongue, so I don’t miss a single drop.

Narrowing his eyes scornfully, he pulls his cock out of reach. “Open your mouth.”

I obey, even though his vicious expression is making me nervous.

Fervent.

A hell of a lot wet too.

I squeeze around the toys when he slaps my parted lips and cheeks with his dick. He’s so nasty and mean. He makes it so easy to submit to his power. It doesn’t feel like a game, it feels real and raw.

“Wider, Twinkle,” he orders. “Or do you not want my cock in your throat?”

“Don’t stop,” I plead.

“Open wider.”

I stretch my mouth, being a good little slave meant to serve. Hooking a finger in my cheek, I’m rewarded with his spit on my tongue. My insides twist in shock, followed by a blissful need for more.

“Fuck, you loved it, didn’t you?”

The color in my cheeks answers him.

“You’re perfect,” he praises, spitting again. A little dribble down my chin. “I can’t wait anymore.”

His thick cock spears me, stretching my lips even more.

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