Page 75 of Forgotten Sacrifice

“What?” I ask.

“Your pussy strangled my dick,” he says with a snarl. “Can you squeeze me like that again?”

I concentrate, squeezing his length with my internal muscles.

“Christ, you’re dangerous.” Vince’s eyes roll back in hishead, and I preen. “Move like this.” He grabs my hips, moving me back and forth.

He lets go, and I move my hips like he showed me. “Look at you riding Daddy’s dick.” He smacks my ass cheek hard.

I suck in a sharp breath, stilling my movement.

“Your left cheek looks so pretty with my hand print, I wanted your right to match. Now, don’t stop until you’ve come all over my dick.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I move my hips as my heart races in perfect rhythm to the pulsating in my clit, all the while Vince serenades me with dirty Italian words

Sweat drips down my brow; a droplet lands on my chest, making its way between the valley of my breasts. He darts his tongue out, tasting my exertion before he moves over, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, God, yes.” I hold my hands on top of his head. I’m so damn hot, or maybe the heat’s coming off him.

He releases my nipple with a wetplop. “Eyes open, Luna. Watching you come is a religious experience. Don’t deny me.”

I force my heavy eyes open.

Vince’s good eye is filled with lust and awe and something else, I don’t know what; his glass eye, slightly out of focus.

“You’re throbbing so beautifully around my dick. Let go for me.”

I don’t want to let go; I want to tear down his stupid fucking walls and pry out all his secrets, but my body listens to his command. I throw my head back on a scream. “Oh my God, I’m coming!” My head falls limply on his shoulder.

With eyes closed, my body shakes violently as he thrusts upward hard and fast, filling me with his cum on a garbled cry. He wraps his arms around me, our hearts hammering in rhythm.

Mmm, this feels so… No, not safe!

Tonight, I went from having an advantage to Vince checkingmyking. And that’s unacceptable.

“Haven’t come down from your post-orgasm high, and you’re already plotting my death.” Vince watches me with an amused expression as I ungracefully dismount from his dick.

“No time like the present.” I grab the gun from the couch, pointing it at him.

Again, the man laughs. Fuckinglaughsas he grabs my wrist with one hand, easily overpowering me and snatching the gun with his other. “Stop being a bad girl, and get your clothes on. We’re going home. I’m going to feed you, spank you, and fuck you. In that order.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I grumble.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Vince

I run my hand through Luna’s silky hair, her head on my chest as I inhale deeply.

Ahh.Apricots and attitude and the intoxicating smell of our sex.

I shouldn’t have kept her up all night, but try telling that to my dick, my fingers,andmy tongue. My dick is the appendage most interested at the moment as I pull back the covers, admiring her naked body. She’s a fucking knockout. From her voluptuous breasts to those long legs I had wrapped around my head not an hour earlier, I can’t get enough.

Snaking my hand down, I gently trace her swollen pussy lips with the pads of my fingers. She hasn’t shaved since our first time together, and her pubic hair is starting to grow back out. Strawberry blonde. So fucking delicious; I want to devour every inch of her.

I examine her other lips, so plump, tempting me to steal a kiss. But I won’t. Even this creep has limits.