Page 65 of Dare You to Run
“I’m going to ruin that tight little cunt. Don’t you make one fucking sound. Understand?” She smiles with a nod, but remains silent.
Her hands fall to her tits and she begins massaging them, letting her head fall back. The ends of her hair brush against my denim covered thighs and I first need to fix that obstacle.
“Take off my clothes, little mouse.” Her head pops up and a saucy smirk exposes itself.
She slithers down my body and begins with pulling off one shoe and then the other. Socks are tossed and she slinks back up to unbutton me. When she slides her hands under my waistband of my boxer briefs, her fingers brush lightly against my throbbing dick.
I hiss, needing more. She licks her lips and drags my jeans and boxers down until I’m free of them. She looks up at me from between my legs, her plump lips parted ever so slightly.
“Get up here and suck my dick, little mouse.” She bites the corner of her lip and gleefully works her back up.
Her long brown hair falls in her face and I reach down, gathering it in one hand and gripping it tight. “Let’s see how well you can do it without any hands.”
She presses her palms down on my bare thighs and dips her head, her eyes still laser focused on mine. Her pink tongue flattens wide and she licks my already dripping tip. Her eyes close when she does it again and I do the same, clenching my jaw with restraint not to force myself in her small mouth.
Watching Dagen wrap her lips around my engorged head and suck me in is the sweetest paradise. I could close my eyes and stay like this forever. We could tell the world to fuck off and live in our little slice of heaven.
As she swallows more of me, I watch her slender throat work and heavy breaths fall from her nose. Her cheeks hollow as she moves up and down, trying with all her might to fit me all in.
“Fuck you look so beautiful like that. On your knees stuffed full of my cock with tears in your eyes. Do you like it when it hurts?” I can feel her jaw straining to stay open and I tug at her hair wrapped in my fist, pulling her off of me with a pop.
“Yes,” she pants, her cheeks flushed and her mouth covered with saliva.
“Ask nicely, little mouse, and I’ll fuck the tears out of you.”
She swipes her mouth with the back of her hand and moves onto the bed, resuming her earlier position. “Hendrix. Please make it hurt so good, the way only you can. Fuck me until my tears run dry and I see heaven. Fuck me until I can’t breathe and you bring me back to life. Fuck me and never stop.”
Dagen isn’t a scared little mouse anymore. The woman is a goddamn minx.
She pulls the remaining piece of clothing off of me, and tosses my t-shirt to the floor. I watch as she inches her way up, passing right over my face and dragging her soaked pussy right along my open mouth. Before she can move, I capture her and suck her swollen lips into my mouth. I shove my tongue inside of her then bite down on her sensitive clit. She whines, jumping when the pain hits every nerve in her body.
When I free her I look up to find her watery eyes. How demented is it that her tears excite me? I’m fucked up, but apparently Dagen likes me that way.
“Put your hands on the headboard. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours.” She finishes her ascension and braces herself on the dark carved wood.
I bet daddy Vaughan didn’t think this is how his precious bed would be used when he put it in here.
I move to kneel behind her and run my hands over her perfect skin. Her creamy flesh is soft and unblemished. I bet she never got a spanking as a child, the perfect little angel she was. That changes tonight.
Pulling back my hand, I land with a hard thwack. She cries out and I wrap my hand around her mouth.
“Nuh uh, little mouse. You promised. Now…do I stop or are you going to be quiet?”
She nods and I drop my hand. “I’ll be quiet.”
I lean in, whispering in her ear, “You’ve been a bad girl, Dagen. You need to be punished for the dirty things you’ve done.”
I place my hand back over her mouth and spank her again. Her body tenses and her teeth bite into my rough skin. Another smack lands with a resonating thwack and her teeth sink further in.
I quickly switch out my hands and spank the other firm globe, making sure to give both equal treatment. Two on this side, one on the other, and four more split between them.
“Nine spankings. One for each day you tortured me with your beauty.”
I kiss the now flaming red cheeks and remove my hand from her mouth as she heaves for air. She’s broken through the thin skin in the crook of my thumb, and a drop of blood rests there. I suck it clean then use my hand to spread her open. My tongue runs from her clit to her tight hole and I bury my face between her throbbing ass.
Reaching down, I fist my cock, stroking and readying it to plunge into her dark paradise. When I do so with force, the headboard bangs against the wall and I quickly lean over to stop it from doing it again.
I use my grip on the headboard as leverage and begin working her over, hard and fast. I’m grunting and she’s whining, taking my pounding like the good girl she is.
