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Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Tears stream down my cheeks, and my chin drips with slobber. I feel utterly brutalized. My throat is raw and bruised and my arms hurt from being trapped behind me. The joints in my shoulders burn. I’ll have marks on my arms tomorrow that I’ll have to cover up.
He continues to fuck my mouth savagely and without remorse. He pulls out and drives his hips forward, yanking my head back and forth, using my hair to control my movements. His balls slap against my chin, and they get smeared with slobber.
“That’s a good girl, Vicious,” he grunts. “You’re taking me so well, just like I knew you would. Your mouth was made for my cock. Only my cock. Jesus, fuck, you’re perfect.”
I open my eyes and look up at him as best as I can through my watery vision. I want to see his face. I want to see the delirious pleasure in his expression.
I press my thighs together. They’re so slick with my juices that they easily slide against each other. My throat convulses around his shaft when a bolt of pleasure hits my core at the pressure I’m causing. I’m so close to coming that it won’t take much to throw me over the edge. I only need a few more seconds.
Just when I feel the first tingles of my release, his grip in my hair becomes punishing and my head is yanked off his dick so far that my mouth is forced open. A line of slobber trails from the tip of his cock to my lips. He puts his masked face in mine, and I can feel the heat of his glare and see the flash of white in his eyes behind the holes.
“Did I say you could come, Savina?” he growls.
“N-no,” I stutter through my dry and ravaged throat.
“You come when I fucking say so.”
My voice is wobbly when I reply, “Okay.”
He stands to his full height, but instead of shoving my mouth back around his cock, he pushes my face against his testicles.
“Lick my balls. Slobber all over them.”
I dart out my tongue, starting with one heavy sack, licking all over it, before moving on to the next. I keep my eyes open and watch as he slides his hand up and down his massive shaft. Looking past his groin, his head is tipped back, the cordedmuscles in his neck sticking out. I draw one of his balls between my lips, sucking the sensitive skin. His rumbling growl shows his appreciation.
The short reprieve for my jaw doesn’t last long before he’s forcing his cock back inside my mouth. He goes all the way to the back of my throat, and I gag so hard I feel like my eyes are bugging out.
I’ve sucked this man’s cock a hundred times in my dreams, but nothing could prepare me for this. The utter brutality of it. The all-consuming need to please him.
He holds my head in place by the vicious grip he has in my hair and pistons his hips forward, hammering his cock down my throat, over and over again. There’s no way I won’t be bruised from this. I’ll be feeling the effects for days.
“That’s a good girl. Swallow every inch. Fucking choke on Daddy’s cock, baby.”
My face is soaked with slobber and tears, and the little bit of eyeliner and mascara I applied tonight must be streaks of black down my cheeks.
His deep grunts and savage groans mix with the constant obscene sound of my gagging.
Using my hair as leverage, he yanks my head forward and my chin and nose smash against his groin. He holds me in place, and I can’t breathe because the cock in my mouth and throat blocks my airway. I struggle against him, desperate to take a breath, but it’s no use. I’m bound, and he’s much too strong. I can’t even moan my protests.
I feel a pulse in his cock and seconds later, hot liquid hits the back of my throat as his fingers tighten in my hair.
Swirly black spots dance in the outside edges of my vision, and I grow lightheaded. Just when the blackness tries to take me under, my head is jerked back, and I suck in gulps of much-needed air. I’m still lightheaded, and I sway to the side, but I’m stopped by the hand still tangled in my hair.
My chest feels light, and my hands bound behind me are numb from lack of blood flow.
My head is pulled back, and his masked face comes into view. “Such a good, vicious little angel,” he says quietly, and his praise sends a bolt of electric pleasure to my core. “You took Daddy’s cock like a needy little whore desperate for a fix.”
I whimper and my pussy weeps more juices.
“Daddy,” I moan.
His thumb swipes over the corner of my mouth before he pushes it inside. The saltiness that hits my tongue tastes sublime. Who knew cum would taste so good?
Or maybe it’s just because it’s his.
“One day soon, you’ll moan my real name, not some fantasy title.” His thumb latches over my bottom teeth, forcing my lower jaw open. “Stick out your tongue.”