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“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Angel. Do you think your pretty pink pussy can still take my cock?” he growls, and even though I can still feel the sting from where his fingers were, at just the mention of him fucking me, I ache.

“I can,” I nod, with a satisfied smile on my face.

Evan picks me up and gently lowers me to the floor. “On your knees,” he snaps, and despite the ache in my muscles, I do as I’m told.

He sits on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide on either side of me as I kneel in between him. I look up at him through hooded lashes, and watch as he pulls his cock free from his sweatpants.

My mouth salivates, and I lick my lips as I watch him grip the base, squeezing just enough to draw a moan from his lips.

With one hand wrapped around his cock, and his eyes latched firmly on me, he addresses me.

“Take off my sweats.”

I reach up and pull his sweatpants off, throwing them to the side as I take in his naked body. No matter how many times Isee him, he still looks like a fucking God, and I can’t get enough. I kneel at his feet, like I’m worshipping him, my eyes flicking between his face and his cock.

I watch as he slowly strokes up the hard shaft, swiping his thumb over the ball of his piercing, before scooping up the beads of pre-cum gathered on the tip, spreading it all over the head. Then, with his grip firm, he pulls his hand back down to the base. He repeats this movement, getting faster each time.

I watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head, and groans of pleasure slip from his lips. My pussy clenches as I continue watching the sexy show he’s putting on for me, wishing more than anything he would let me take part.

After a short while, it’s almost like he remembers I’m here—though he never once took his eyes off me—and he reaches down with his free hand, swiping his thumb along my lip.

“When you run your tongue along your lip like that, it makes me think you want to taste me.”

“I do,” I answer quickly, not even bothering to think it through.

I know I said before that I was unsure if I wanted to give him a blow job, and there are so many reasons why I might not be able to enjoy it anymore.

But as I sit here on my knees, looking up at him worshipping his cock, I know that despite everything I went through, I want nothing more than to take him into my mouth.

“Are you sure?” he asks, breaking character for a second to truly check in with me.

I nod my head, giving him a big smile. “I’m sure. I’m ready.”

His smirk turns devilish again, and my stomach clenches. “Then open up and swallow my cock. Just this once, I will let you be in control. You can suck my dick however you want, since you’ve been such a good girl.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I sit up higher on my knees and reach over with my hand, wrapping my fist around the base of his cock the way he did just moments ago.

I start slowly, licking my tongue along the underside, from the base to the tip, before circling around the balls of his piercing. He moans, his hands fisting the bed sheets on either side of him after he stops himself from grabbing my hair, remembering he’s letting me take charge this time.

I pull the head into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the tip, before I suck him further in. Inch by inch, I swallow more of him, licking and sucking as best I can.

Evan’s cries of pleasure spur me on, and I push myself until I feel his piercing hit the back of my throat. There’s still a good amount of cock that I haven’t been able to take, but I’m determined to take him all again with practice, like I used to.

I pull my head back, licking along the shaft as I do, before plunging back down again, taking a little more each time.

With his tip in the back of my throat, I try to swallow, knowing the sensation creates a tightening around the head that drives Evan crazy.

He only lets me do this a few more times before his fingers slide through my hair, and he gathers it into his fist, before he roughly pulls my mouth off his cock.

I yelp from the sting on my scalp, and he catches me off-guard when he reaches down and picks me up, throwing me onto the bed like I weigh nothing at all.

“Fuck! If you carried on swallowing my cock like that, I would have blown my load in the back of your pretty little throat,” he groans, as he crawls over me, using his body to pin me to the bed.

“I wouldn’t have minded that,” I whisper, blush spreading across my cheeks as I admit that I quite enjoy swallowing his cum.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, you dirty little slut. But I can’t waste it, as I plan on stuffing your tight cunt so full of my cum, you will feel it dripping from you for days,” he growls, before capturing my lips with his.

As he devours my mouth, he uses his knees to spread my legs wide, slotting his body in between. He reaches down to grasp the base of his cock, grunting slightly as he squeezes himself. He runs the tip through my wet folds, spreading as much of my juices along his length as he can.