Page 89 of Devious Truth

“I’m…” I swallow, wetting my throat. “Please, sir. Let me suck your cock.”

Humiliation rains down on me. I sound pathetic and lame.

“You can do better.” He unbuttons his pants, lowering his zipper slowly while my eyes are transfixed on the action.

“Please.” I lick my lips. “Please let me…” My voice trails off as he pulls out his dick, fisting his thick fingers around his shaft.

He squeezes, strokes his length until a clear pearl bead appears at the tip. Fixated, I scoot forward again, bringing myself as close to him as I can without touching.

“What do you say?” He touches the top of my head with his free hand. Not forcing me down, or grabbing my hair, just resting his hand on me.

Through hooded eyes, I look up at him. “Please let me suck your cock.”

I’m more confident this time, more firm in my resolve.

“Again. Be more convincing.” He rubs the pearl of moisture from the head of his dick with his thumb and brings it to my mouth, smearing it across my bottom lip. “Again.”

Sliding forward again, I tilt my head back so I can peer up at him. “Please, Sir, please let me lick your cock. I want to please you. I want you to fuck my throat.”

My skin burns with arousal. So help me, I want it, I want it so badly, I can almost taste the salty sweetness of him on my tongue already.

“Open your mouth.” He fists his dick again, bringing the rounded head up to my lips. “Open wide and don’t move, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I nod and do as he says, parting my lips and sliding my tongue out, waiting for him to glide himself in.

In the next instant, he thrusts his cock into my mouth, straight into my throat. I gag, cough, start to lean back, but his hand fists into my hair, holding me steady.

“Stay still.” He orders.

Tears form in my eyes.

“Breathe through your nose. Swallow me down. You can do this, baby. I know you can.” He sounds like he’s holding his demons back.

Spreading my hands across his thighs, I close my eyes and listen to him.

“That’s right, deep breath through your nose.” He pushes further in, and I swallow, fighting my gag reflex. “Ooh, so fucking good.”

Slowly he withdraws, but only enough for me to get a breath before he plows forward again. I swallow him down, fisting his pants.

“My good little fuck toy,” he groans, holding my head steady while he fucks my throat. In and out, he thrusts.

I hold steady, focusing on my breathing.

“Such pretty tears,” he catches them as they roll down my cheeks, with his thumb. He brings them to my lips, stretched over his thick cock, and wipes the tears across my lips. “Deep breath.”

I inhale as much as I can, but he gives me little time before he pushes forward. The fat head of his cock pushes past my reflexes, slipping down my throat.

His fist tightens in my hair as I’m brought toward his stomach. The coarse curls of his pubic hair tickles my nose.

“Fuck.” He growls and pulls me back and I suck in air.

My lips burn from the stretch, my lungs sore from struggling to breathe. My soul soars when I look up and find him beaming down at me with pride.

“On the bed, Vee.” He steps away, shoving his pants down to his ankles.

I lick at my lips. “But I didn’t?—”

“If I don’t get inside you this minute, I’m going to kill someone. On the bed.” He jerks his head toward the massive four-poster bed.

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