Page 53 of Hard Lessons

“Mother of God, give me mercy,” he muttered.

He didn’t release her hair; he came to stand directly in front of her, his groin level with her face.

Her heart was pounding, she was now far from cold. Her blood was boiling, she was hot, her skin tingling.

“If this mouth is no good for saying sorry, I’ll find something else for it to do.”

Chapter Eleven

He released the towelfrom around his waist.

It fell to the floor. His erection sprang forward, long and heavy, the end dark and glossy.

“Open,” he said. “Now.”

She glared up at him, hoping he’d see the fury in her eyes. How could he not?

“I mean it.” He squeezed her cheeks, hard.

She was forced to open her mouth.

The moment she did his cock was there, pushing in, sliding over her tongue and bulging her cheeks.

“Bite me and I swear I’ll take a paddle to your ass every day for the rest of your life.”

Serena continued to stare up at him, resisting the urge to gag when he hit the back of her throat.

Her eyes watered and his flavor seeped onto her taste buds.

“That’s it, take it, take me.” He held her hair in his clenched fist and continued to cup her chin.

She was at his mercy.

Again.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth the way I fucked your pussy,” he said, pulling back. “It’s mine, the way your pussy is, your tits, your ass, you’re all mine, Serena, and if this is what I have to do to get you to see that... then so be it.”

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