Page 98 of Sinful Desires
I shook my head. “What did I say about your orders, soldier?”
He scoffed, eyes dropping between my legs. The mic was still half buried inside me, glistening. He reached down, wrapped his fingers around it, and shoved it back in with a low curse.
Something dark flickered across his face.
I arched my back, letting my hand fall to the floor, and moved with it, grinding down as he fucked me with the mic, fast and deep. I came hard, pussy clenching so tightly my whole body trembled, his name leaving my lips.
Then he pulled it out in one slow, deliberate drag. I moaned, breathless, and looked up at him.
“Look how wet I am,” I whispered as I spread my legs wider, letting him see all of it. “It’sonlyfor you, Théo.”
His eyes burned through mine as he brought the mic to my lips. “Clean it up, Scarlett.”
I did.
He held it to my lips, slick and dripping, and I wrapped my mouth around it—still catching my breath as I tasted myself. He thrust it in. Then out. Again. My throat burned as he fucked the mic deeper, my saliva mixing with everything I’d left behind.
Then he put it in the back pocket of his cargo pants.
I crawled on my hands and knees toward him, my cheek brushing the fabric over his cock.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, smacking my ass. “And those fucking little stars on your tits.” He stood.
I didn’t wait. My fingers hooked into his zipper, dragging it down with trembling hands.
I still don’t know how my pussy had taken every inch of him yesterday, but fuck me, I was about to try and get him all the way down my throat too.
His cock sprang free, thick and veined. I stared at it like a problem I’d never solve, licked my lips, then pressed my tongue to the base, sucking one ball into my mouth before dragging up the length.
“Do you like me on my knees, soldier?” I asked, brushing my cheek against his cock.
His hand cradled my jaw, thumb slipping over my lips. “More than I fucking want to admit it, baby.”
I giggled and took him into my mouth, as deeply as I could. His cock hit the back of my throat. I choked, coughed, and pulled back with spit stringing from my lips.
“Spit on it, Scarlett.”
I did. Thick, messy, dripping. Then I licked it back down, slower this time, letting it smear across my tongue.
“I’m gonna fuck your face,” he said, voice ragged. “And you’re gonna take it.Compris?”
I nodded.
He grabbed both sides of my face as he rammed into my mouth again and again, his cock bruising my throat, spit pooling at my chin, my jaw aching. My hands clung to his legs for balance as he threw his head back and fucked my face with zero mercy.
A whimper tore from his throat. “Scarlett?—”
My pussy clenched, wetness dripping down my thighs in hot little rivers, pooling beneath me as I gasped around him.
“Regarde-toi, putain,” he snarled. “T’aime ça, hein? Ma bite dans ta bouche? Tu me rends dingue, Scarlett.”
He was shaking. I felt it, his thighs tensing, his abs tightening with every thrust. His moans turned to broken gasps, until he suddenly stopped.
His hands dropped from my face. He stepped back, chest heaving, hand wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping fast. His eyes never left mine.
“Lean back,” he growled. “On your fucking hands.”
I obeyed and leaned back instantly, arms behind me, legs wide open, pussy dripping, thighs sticky, tits rising with each breath.
