Page 86 of Through the Flames
Then, I turned her over and hauled her down by her hair until she was on all fours facing me.
“The first round barely even counted. Guess I’ll have to make up for it,” I rasped, my voice gravelly.
She smirked, completely winded, but her eyes were blazing. “Better make this one count.”
Oh, you shouldn’t have said that, baby.
I fisted her hair tighter, guiding my cock back between her lips, the silver ring glinting under the dim light as it slid over her tongue.
“Take it. All the way,” I panted.
Starting off with a slow rhythm at first, I quickly lost control, my thrusts turning deep and brutal.
Her throat was working around me, the slick heat sucking me down, her drool sliding over my shaft. The piercing was dragging just enough against her lips to make my lips curl in a snarl.
This was mine, and the sounds escaping her mouth as she gagged for me were music to my ears.
I watched her eyes water, her nails digging into my thighs, and it fed the feral beast inside me.
“Choke for me. Just like that. God, you look perfect like this.”
Her mascara streaked, tears spilling as my cock pistoned in and out of her throat. Wet, obscene slurps echoed, broken byharsh, desperate gasps when I let her come up for air. Strings of spit snapped and clung to my length as I pulled out before slamming back in.
“Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pretty mouth,” I groaned, letting my head fall back for a second, eyes closed in bliss.
My hips smacked against her face with a filthy rhythm, each slap louder than the last. Drool was coating my cock and dripping down my aching balls, the slick heat driving me insane.
I was getting close to coming, my thrusts turning savage.
“You’re gonna take my cum, baby. Every single drop.”
Her throat convulsed around me with every brutal thrust, squeezing like a fucking vice.
“You feel that? That belongs tome. Now take it. Don’t fucking pull back.”
Her gagging filled the room, sharp and raw, mixing with my guttural curses.
“Here it fucking comes,” I grunted, yanking her face as close as I could. My cock jerked in her throat, covering it in my cum, claiming it.
Mine.
The sting of her nails digging into my thighs and the slight graze of her teeth against me didn’t even fully register. Slowly, I withdrew, letting her catch her breath.
Ella’s face was wrecked — flushed, with swollen lips and spit dripping down her chin — and it made my chest burn with a primal kind of pride.
Cupping her jaw, I wiped it slowly with my thumb, then tapped the ring in the tip of my cock against her lip just to watch her shiver.
My girl looked fucking ruined, andsofucking mine. But that was nothing compared to what was to come. Once I’d claimed her for real, there was no turning back,ever.
She thought this was about an orgasm.
It wasn’t.
It was about rewiring her so every time she swallowed, she thought of me.
Pulling her to her feet, I grabbed the shirt I’d discarded earlier to clean up the mess on her face before handing her the one I knew she intended on wearing to bed.
Ella gazed up at me, searching my face, like she was waiting. I stood stock-still, expecting her to say or do something, but then she just turned and crawled under the sheets.
