Page 90 of The Cruelest Chaos
She doesn’t say anything.
I don’t think shecan.
I pull out of her and flip her over, crawl over her body and wrap my hand around the base of my cock.
She opens her mouth, her eyes wide, both sides of her face red—from the carpet, and my hand.
I pin her wrists over her head as she takes my dick in her mouth. With my other hand, I thread my fingers through her hair and help her suck me off.
Her eyes lock on mine as she gags against me, my cock hitting the back of her throat. God, she feels so fucking good, drool spilling down the corners of her red lips.
“Fuck, you’re a beautiful little whore.”
Her eyes widen, but I keep thrusting her head into me, and then I feel my body tense, feel that momentary reprieve I get from all this fucking anger. All this hate. All this…emotion that I feel like I’m drowning in.
I finish in her mouth and when I open my eyes, I watch as she swallows all of it down, my dick still in her mouth.
I pull out of her, see the strands of saliva and my cum that connect her lips to me. Then I crawl back down her body and pull down her panties, spread her thighs, my hands gripping each of her legs.
I breathe against her, warming her up, and she moans in anticipation. I lick her clit, swollen and pulsing on my tongue.
God, she’s ready now.
My little whore.
I run my tongue down her slit, teasing her little hole, licking all the way back up to where she wants me. She runs her fingers through my hair, and I slide two fingers into her, loving the way she gasps as I’m inside of her.
But then I remember how we got here.
Then I remember what she did.
I fingerfuck her harder, like I did the first night we met. I suck on her clit, relish in the way her fingers dig into my scalp, like she wants to hurt me.
The feeling is definitely mutual.
I pull my head up and slap her pussy, feeling the slick wetness of her cunt, hearing her cry out my name.
I do it again, and then I meet her gaze as I let spit drip from my mouth down her slit.
Her lips are parted as she watches me treat her like shit, like she’s fucking nothing.
She’s not nothing.
She’s not nothing.
Let it go.
But she loves it.
And so do I.
I spit on her again, and dive back down as she spreads her legs wider, bucking her hips, wanting me back inside of her. I push three fingers into her this time as I swirl my tongue around her.
She tastes so fucking good.
Even better knowing I was just in her, and I’m the only one that’s been inside of her since I met her.
I feel her tightening around my fingers, feel the heat of her as she pulls my hair, her back arching off the floor.
