Page 121 of Money Reigns
No warning. No easing.
She gags around the thickness, but I don’t stop. I hold her there, her throat stretched, her lips red and ruined.
“Good girl,”I groan. “Take it. Take all of it. Show me what that mouth wasmadefor.”
She sucks like she needs me to believe it. Like she’s desperate to be wrecked. Her tongue slides along the underside, her handsgripping my thighs, and when she moans around me, I nearly lose it.
I pull her off with a growl, cock glistening.
“Enough.”
I pull her up roughly by the waist, tossing her back onto the bed, but I don’t follow her down—not yet.
She’s gasping, flushed, lips swollen and slick from sucking my cock like her life depended on it.She’s too damn good at it.
I crawl up slowly, taking my time, watching the way her breath hitches with every inch I close in.
“You want me, Olivia?” My voice is low and steady as I press her into the mattress. “Then you’ll obey me. You’ll wait for me. And when you finally come, it’ll be with my name in your mouth and feel of my cock stamped into your soul.”
I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “No coming until I say. I don’t care how close you get. I want you trembling. Desperate. Holding on by a thread. Can you do that for me, sweet girl?”
I pull back just enough to see her eyes, voice like silk over steel. “Say it.Say you’ll obey.”
“Yes,” she breathes, pupils blown wide. “I’ll obey.”
“Good girl.”
The praise is rough and reverent, a filthy reward in itself.
I press my forehead to hers. “You don’t come until I tell you. No matter how full you feel. No matter how much your pussy begs me. You wait for me. Understand?”
She nods.
“Words, Olivia.”
“Yes, War. I’ll wait. I swear.”
“That’s my girl.”
I drag her dress down her shoulders and off her arms, ripping it straight down the middle.
She gasps.
“Warren!”
“I’ll get you a new one,” I mutter, pressing her wrists into the mattress. “Looks better on the floor anyway.”
I line up at her entrance.
“Please War,” she breathes out.
“Fuck,” I growl, the sound ragged with restraint snapping thread by thread. “That’s it,begjust like that.”
I grip her jaw, forcing her gaze to stay locked with mine. “You have to earn it, Olivia. Every inch. Every thrust. Every praise-laced command.” I press forward, slow and deep, until I’m fully inside her, filling her just like she begged; just like she was made for.
She cries out, loud, wrecked, guttural. Perfect.
“Warren! oh god—” she gasps, nails clawing at my back as her hips lift instinctively, chasing every brutal inch.
