Page 61 of Dance of Thorns

And what’s truly fucked up? It doesn’t feel demeaning, or degrading.

Because I fuckingcravethis kind of sex.

The loss of control.

Pain.

Humiliation.

To be dominated, taken, andfuckedwithout mercy.

So when he stokes his cock over my face, and slaps it against my mouth, and tells me what a good girl I’m being, I don’t hate it.

I comealive.

The lewd, squelching sounds of his fingers ramming into my wet pussy fill the loft space, along with the equally sloppy sounds of his cock roughly fucking my mouth. Spit and precum is dripping freely down my chin and neck now, my body coiling and clenching andwantingas he fingers me harder and faster.

The vicious, snarling thing inside me coils tighter and tighter; snaking and winding around me until the air is squeezed from my lungs. His thumb rolls my clit again and again as his fingers curl deep, his cock ramming the back of my throat as my gags and moans blend.

Pleasure careens through me. Every muscle tightens, every nerve catches fire. My arms and legs strain against my bonds as my vision blurs at the edges.

Pressure swells, and swells, and fuckingswellsinside me. And then suddenly, it hits me like the wrath of an angry god splitting the heavens and cracking open the Earth.

Suddenly, for the second time ever that I can remember,I’m fucking coming.

I scream around Bane’s cock, my entire body spasming and twisting and wrenching violently. My arms and ankles strain tight against the binds keeping them in place, my body arching off the bed against his muscled thighs. The wave crashes over me over and over again, and I’m lost in the damning sensation as growls and roughly fucks his swollen, bulging cock into my throat.

He’s still fucking me with his fingers, and I’m still orgasming when he groans and tugs his thick, glistening cock from my mouth. He smears the head against my lips as he strokes once, twice, three times?—

“Eyes on me, baby,” he growls. “Eyes on me while I paint this pretty face.”

Oh fuck.

The first thick, hot spurt of his cum erupts from his head, all over the bridge of my nose. His fingers plunge into me, dragging and yanking another wave of explosive pleasure from between my legs as a second thick rope of white cum lands on my cheek.

More cum splatters my mouth, my chin, my other cheek, my hair, my neck…

I moan like a depraved, needywhorewhen he grunts and shoves his cock back into my mouth. I’m mewling and whimpering eagerly, not even sure who I am right now as my tongue swirls over his thick head, greedily cleaning the cum from his cock as he strokes his fingers in and out of my hyper-sensitive pussy.

Bane slowly eases his cock from my mouth with a wetplop. His fierce, gorgeous dark eyes stay locked on mine as he uses the head of his cock to push his cum over my skin.

…Toward my mouth.

I let him. Iwant himto.

Eyes on me, baby.

My gaze stays locked with his, wild, unhinged ferocity churning between us as he scoops his cum from my face with his cock and feeds it to me.

He undoes the knots around my ankles, then my wrists, right before smearing his sticky, glistening cock over my mouth again.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You look so fucking pretty with my cum all over your mouth.”

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DOVE

Something Evie saidlast night flickers through my mind first thing next morning.