Page 32 of Illicit Games

I moan when he spits inside.

Watching my throat eagerly swallow it down, he taunts, “You love it when I treat you filthy, don’t you?”

Another load lands on my tongue.

I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache. It becomes unbearable the second he pushes down his sweats, revealing his monstrous erection. The thick veins running along his shaft and curving into an angry purple crown.

My mouth waters as I watch his fingers curl around and stroke roughly.

He keeps up the torture, not giving me a taste.

“Please, sir,” I beg. “Take me.”

Caressing the column of my neck, he hums, “I’d have you kneeling on the floor and sucking my dick if you weren’t so petite. But this is good too. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because not only am I going to bang your mouth,” his hand trails lower and tweaks my nipples, “I’m going to fuck your tits too.”

My gasp turns into a choke as he shoves the broad crown into my mouth without warning.

“Breathe through your nose,” he commands. “Now suck.”

Rolling my tongue around, I suckle on the head, loving the velvety skin. I arch my back, trying to take him deeper, but he withdraws. Fisting my hair near my scalp to hold me immobile, he paints my entire face with my saliva mixed with his precum lingering on his length.

My cheeks, my lips, my jaw, my temples.

Everywhere.

Because underneath the silent and brooding mask he wears lies a depraved animal, who loves defiling and degrading me like a whore.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I obey dutifully, earning his spit.

Before I can swallow, he thrusts his cock and doesn’t stop till the head is inside. My lips are stretched wide to accommodate his huge girth. He’s barely crammed a few inches before the choking sensation attacks me.

Tapping my right cheek, he grunts, “Relax and breathe for me, baby.”

Seeing pleasure swarm his face, I slowly inhale through my nose and focus on the feel of his cock. The warmth. The taste. The ridges and the veins. I memorize every inch of him. Taking extra notice of what makes him pulse on my tongue every time I suck or lick.

Pulling out, he lazily thrusts back in.

I crave to touch him, needing the connection.

Bound and at his mercy, I can only take what he gives.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, watching his cock disappear in my mouth. “Taking my dick like you were born to.” Tilting my head farther, he pushes deeper instead of pulling back. “Take more. I wanna see how much you can fit before you’re choking and crying for mercy.”

The dark threat hardens my nipples.

Weaving both hands through my hair, he presses forward, forcing my cheeks to hollow out. Not even my teeth could deter him as he fills me with his shaft. Angling my head back, he plunges another inch, finally choking me.

Yet, he’s only halfway in.

“Fuck. Such a hot and lush mouth.” Caressing my throat, he huskily says, “Right here is where I want my cock. Do you want that, my cock slut?”

Impaled on him, I whimper and nod.