Page 36 of The Betrayal You Serve
"Wait, what?" he barks, confused and lost to the moment.
"This is between me and Letty. Get the fuck out."
"Fucking spoilsport," he mutters, taking a step back before the living room door slams a few seconds later.
"Where were we?" I say, looking down at Letty who's sitting on her haunches with my cock bobbing in front of her face. "Oh, that's right. You were going to apologize."
Her large dark eyes stare up at me as I rub the head of my cock against her lips.
"Open up, Princess. You've got a lot of making up to do."
I don't wait to see if she's going to do it willingly, instead I thrust forward, filling her hot little mouth in one move.
"Fuuuuck," I groan as she sucks on me. "Damn, that’s fucking good. Tell me you didn't do this to them. Tell me."
Her eyes continue to hold mine as she pulls almost all the way off me, I expect her to pull all the way back and to reply, but she surprises me by just shaking her head and taking my length back into her mouth once more until I hit the back of her throat.
"You like sucking my cock, don't you?"
Her eyes flash with desire once more as I lift my hand to rest against the wall and thrust deeper into her throat.
"Fuck, Letty."
My hips move faster, fucking her mouth, taking everything I need from her as drool drips from her chin and tears spill from her eyes.
"You look so fucking beautiful, Princess. So fucking beautiful and all fucking mine. You got that?"
She nods before taking me again and sucking until I have no choice but to come down her throat with a loud growl.
The second she pulls back, I tuck my hands under her arms and lift her up the wall.
Her lips part to say something but I hold her face in my hand and press my thumbs over her lips.
"No."
Her eyes hold mine, her brows drawing together in confusion.
Confident she's not going to say anything, I move my hands, sweeping the tears from her cheeks and the drool from her chin.
"Not even close to being enough, Princess," I breathe. It's not a surprise, I already knew that a fucking lifetime with this woman would never be enough.
She squeals as I drag her from the wall and throw her over the arm of the couch.
"Ow, shit," she cries when my palm lands on her denim-clad ass.
"Quiet," I bark. “Unless you want the others down here to watch you get fucked."
She slams her lips shut as I wrap my fingers around the waistband of her jeans and drag the fabric over her hips, quickly followed by her panties.
Cupping her pussy from behind, I push two fingers inside of her.
"Mine," I growl. "This pussy is fucking mine. You got that, Princess."
"Yours," she whispers.
Ripping my fingers from her, I line my cock up and thrust so hard into her that her feet leave the floor.
"This." Thrust. "Is." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Mine."
