Page 55 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
“Something wrong, Princess?”
That’s it—two can play this fucked up game.
“Yeah, stop being a pussy. I thought you were ‘going to shut me up with your cock’? Too afraid it might not get the job done? Hmm?”
Bellamy growls and lets go of me so swiftly, and I slump to the floor in a heap. Never breaking eye contact, he wrenches his belt off and undoes his pants. Fisting his cock, he jerks it out and squeezes the tip until it glistens with pre-cum.
“Open up, Porter!” he snaps.
Yes, sir,my ovaries salute.
Bellamy thrusts his dick into my mouth more than I open up and invite him, but that’s just fine with me because I’m about to take over. I might be the one on my knees in this situation, but anytime a woman has a man in one of her holes,she’s in charge.
I reach up and wrap both hands around Bellamy’s impressive girth and start bobbing up and down like his meat is my last carnivorous meal. Working in tandem to my mouth, I stroke him faster and faster.
My goal:get him off before he gets me off.
Unfortunately, it’s like Bellamy can read my mind. Cursing under his breath, he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me off of him. He hisses when his cock comes out with a loudpop. I raise a brow in challenge, but Bellamy ignores me. Instead, he takes his belt, shoves my hands behind my back, and fucking ties them together with his inpromtu rope.
Ummmmm. . .
Someone is kinky as fuck.
Ask him to marry us,my ovaries swoon.
I don’t have anything to say to them because I’m too stunned—and turned on—to have an adequate comeback.
“Now, keep sucking,” Bellamy rumbles, bringing me out of my BDSM-induced stupor.
“If you just thi—”
He doesn’t let me finish, but does, indeed, shut me up with his cock.
Fucker.
If I was into blowing him before, now I act like my life depends upon it. With every curl of my tongue, nick of my teeth—a little painispleasurable, and suction of my mouth, Bellamy’s lips get whiter and whiter as he presses them into a firm line. I realize that he’s trying not to cry out.
Snarling, I double my efforts until he shouts and jerks savagely out of my mouth.
“I’m going to punish you for that!”
I’m failing to see how that’s a bad thing. . .
Leaving me tied, Bellamy hauls me to my feet and bends me over the vanity in the dressing room, my face pressing roughly against the glass of the mirror. With deft hands, he undresses me just enough to expose what’s important—my tits and pussy.
My nipples pebble when they touch the smooth coolness of the glass, and my pussy weeps when Bellamy touches the tip of his dick to my slick entrance.
That’s because we’re crying,my ovaries moan,we love him.
Great. My vag is currently lubricated via the worshipping tears of my oves.
Whatever gets the job done, right?
“Ready, Evanora?” Bellamy asks softly, surprising me by using my given name.
“For what?” I jab. “I can’t feel anything.”
His lips twist into a snarl.
