Page 113 of Burn Bag
Within seconds, he was fucking my mouth, panting hard as he took what he wanted from me. My hand shot to the back of his thighs, holding him tight to me as I sucked and licked every inch of him. I thought for sure he was about to explode, but then he shoved to his feet and wrapped my hair around his fist before drawing me in closer.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow my cock?”
Still stuffed with his length to the back of my throat, I nodded, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees, sucking me, swallowing me. But can you really take me?”
I had no idea what he meant, but I knew I was about to find out. I licked the underside of his cock right before he pulled out almost to the tip, then shoved himself deep inside my throat, fucking short and deep before pausing and holding his cock at the base of my throat. Seconds passed where I was sure he wasn’t going to let me up for air, but then he pulled out and allowed me just long enough to suck in a breath before he did it again.
His cock abused my throat, fucking me raw over and over again. Spit dribbled down the sides of my mouth and tears stung my eyesfrom how hard he was taking me, but the dark desire in his eyes was all it took for me to wrap my lips around him and beg for more.
“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” His eyes shuddered and then he opened them and stared at me intently. “Fuck, I’m coming. Take it all. Swallow my cum. Swallow all of it.”
He shoved into the back of my throat one last time, and then hot, tangy cum shot down my throat in long ropes. I thought for sure I was going to gag before he let up, but finally, he pulled himself out of my mouth as long strings of saliva spread from his cock to my mouth.
“Clean me up,” he ordered. “Get it all.”
Still panting, I leaned forward, pressing my hands to his thighs as I licked his cock clean. He was watching me the whole time, his eyes dark and dangerous while I licked every last inch of his still-hard cock.
By the time I was done, my legs were numb and I couldn’t feel my feet, but that was so worth it.
“What’s under that robe?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
“I guess you’ll have to take me upstairs to find out.”
I was yanked off my feet before I even finished the sentence, and thrown over his shoulder. A harsh slap landed on my ass, and then his fingers massaged the bruised skin before dipping between my legs where I was already soaked for him.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “What in the hell are you wearing?”
I giggled as he took the stairs two at a time, my body bouncing against his shoulder.
“Woman, whatever you’re up to, you’re in serious trouble.”
“That’s what I was hoping for,” I said, earning me another slap to the ass.
“Nice touch, leading me with the roses. Did you think I wouldn’t know where to take you?”
He slowly hauled me off his shoulder and lowered me to the floor. My robe was bunched in all the wrong places and barely still on one shoulder, but with the heated expression he was shooting me, it didn’t really matter.
I stepped back, untying the robe before letting it fall to the floor in a heap at my feet. My skin heated as his eyes burned a flaming trail over my body, taking in every inch of the lingerie.
“You did this for me?”
I nodded, biting my lip. God, I hoped he liked it.
“Spread those legs. Let me see your pussy.”
With as much confidence as I could muster, I took a step to the side and spread my legs wide for him.
“Spread those pussy lips. Let me see your cream.”
I stalled, not sure if I was prepared for that part of the game. And that was all it took for his face to darken. He stalked toward me, standing just an inch in front of me.
“I said, spread those pussy lips.”
Swallowing hard, I did as he commanded. Shivers raced down my spine as he stared at me for a moment before stepping back. His eyes dropped to my pussy and then he dropped to his knees.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful.”
