Page 227 of Corrupting Camille
But his hand fists brutally in my hair, yanking me forward until my nose brushes his skin, until I choke beautifully around him.
A dark, wicked chuckle escapes him. His eyes, hooded and blazing, look down at me with savage delight.
“Oh no, Muñequita,” he murmurs, voice dripping with sinister affection. “You wanted to play dirty games, Camille. Now be a good little slut and finish what you started.”
His cock throbs against my tongue, and I swear I feel him twitch when I gag again, helpless and messy. He holds me there, buried deep, letting me choke on it—on him—until spit drips from the corner of my mouth and tears streak down my cheeks and his smile is pure sin.
“There she is,” he growls, voice guttural, hips rolling slow and brutal as he starts to fuck my mouth like it’s his personal toy. “Look at you…on your knees, drooling all over yourself…mouth made to suck my cock, ”
He pulls back just enough to let me breathe, the head of his cock resting heavy on my tongue, strings of spit and precum connecting us in a wet, obscene line.
“Lick it...”
I do, reflexively, desperately, moaning around him like a starved girl licking the edge of madness.
His hand flexes in my hair again, dragging me back down hard. "I know that throat can take me in deeper…"
His voice is a velvet-wrapped threat as he forces me all the way down, plunging deeper until my nose presses into the rough fabric of his jeans, his scent intoxicating and overwhelming. My throat constricts violently around his length, gagging, throat spasming in raw protest but Kane just groans louder, savoring my struggle, savoring the way I fight and lose, again and again.
“Fuck yes,” he snarls, hips jerking mercilessly, pushing himself deeper until my nose brushes the coarse dark hairs at his base. “That’s it, Camille. Take every inch. I want to feel your pretty little throat tighten around me.”
I gag, eyes flooding with tears that streak down my flushed cheeks like rivers of sin. He holds me firmly, forcing me to stay exactly where he wants me, trapped, powerless, choking beautifully on his cock, the taste of him floods my senses, salt and dominance and desperation coating my tongue, until drool pools on my chin and drips down onto my trembling thighs.
"Choke on it, Princesa."
He thrusts back into my mouth hard and relentless, fucking into my throat with savage strokes, taking everything I have and demanding more. My nails dig helplessly into his thighs as he uses my mouth mercilessly, cock swelling impossibly thick, throbbing against my tongue.
“Yeah…just like that…" he growls. "Take me all the way in, show me how good you can be.”
My head spins as I gag again, throat fluttering wildly around him, tears soaking my cheeks.
I moan around him again, the vibration wrenching another low growl from his chest, fingers tightening painfully in my hair.
He sets a savage rhythm, fucking my mouth deep and punishing, claiming me completely. Pleasure coils low in my belly, twisting tight with every filthy thrust, every broken sound of hunger he rips from my throat.
“I’m close, Muñequita,” he warns, voice cracking with raw, brutal need. “And you’re going to swallow every drop. Aren’t you?”
I look up at him through tear-blurred lashes, utterly destroyed, and nod eagerly around his cock.
He curses violently, thrusts growing frantic, hips snapping erratically, until finally he plunges deep, grinding himself brutally against my lips.
He spills hot and thick down my throat, forcing me to take it all, holding me still as I swallow every last drop obediently, greedily, perfectly.
When he finally pulls out, I gasp for air, filthy, trembling, ruined.
Kane strokes my cheek gently, thumb smearing the mess across my lips as he smiles darkly down at me.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, voice a sinful promise. Without warning, he fists my hair again, yanking me brutally to my feet and slamming his mouth against mine in an explosive, savage kiss. His tongue invades, tasting the wicked cocktail of him and me, stealing every breath until I’m dizzy with it, clinging helplessly to his shoulders.
When he finally pulls back, eyes wild and feral, his voice is raw command, sharp-edged and possessive:
“You said I could put it anywhere, Camille,” he rasps, voice dripping dark intention as he shoves my dress up, exposing me entirely. “Now touch your fucking toes and give me my pussy.”
I bend forward obediently, palms hitting the cool glass, thighs trembling as I grip my ankles, completely exposed, heart hammering like it’s trying to escape. Kane’s fingers dig harshly into my hips, holding me still as he drags his cock slowly along my drenched slit, teasing, tormenting, spreading my arousal until my knees threaten to give out beneath me.
“You’re fucking dripping, Camille,” he growls, voice dark with approval and cruelty. “This sweet little pussy knows exactly who it belongs to, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, pressing back desperately, shamelessly begging him to fill me.
