Page 66 of Off-Limits

“Tell me, Blossom, has anyone been in this mouth of yours?”

Her cheeks redden, and I know the answer.

“How many?”

“Two,” she mumbles.

“Hmm.”

“Anyone feasted on that pretty little cunt of yours before me, sweetheart?”

She tries to move away from me, but I grip her chin and force her eyes back to mine.

“Answer me.”

“Two.”

“Right. I’ll add four to the count then.”

“Wh - what?”

“Oh, Dorothy, you have no idea who you’re playing with, but soon enough I will show you, and explain everything you need to know. But for now, all you need to know is that last night we barely scratched the surface, and I can’t leave you alone. And now, now that you are mine, I am going to haveallof you.”

Defiance settles in those wild, violet eyes.

“I am not yours.”

I chuckle low and dark, and I see the worry cloud her defiance. With my free hand, I pop my button on my jeans and pull my cock out. Dottie’s eyes widen, and a small whimper escapes her mouth as the lechery clings to her like perfume.

It’s intoxicating.

“That’s right, baby, now open that sweet mouth, and let me fuck it.”

“Dam…” she tries, and I use the opportunity to shove my cock into her mouth.

Her muffled words vibrate around my cock, and I send a prayer to the heavens, or to fucking hell, that I don’t come just yet because god damn it feels good. Sliding my cock to the back of her mouth, she gags, and her throat constricts around the head of my cock.

I hold it there to the count of four then withdraw. Tears have collected in the corner of her eyes, and I can’t wait to see them turning black from her makeup and running down her cheeks.

“You look so beautiful, Dottie.”

“Fuck you,” she mumbles around my cock, and it makes me groan and smirk at the same time, ramming myself down her throat again.

I repeat the motion, holding my cock to the back of her throat, again to the count of four, and when she seems to have the hang of it, I increase the hold time.

Saliva drips from my cock and her mouth, her face is ruddy and smudged, and black tears coat her cheeks. She looks fucking exquisite. If I could hold this image in time, I would.

And then I realise I can.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I wave it in her face. She tries to protest, her screams muffled by my cock in her mouth, but I hold her head in place, flick the camera on aim it at her.

“Smile, baby.”

I don’t give her time. I snap a few pictures before putting it away. Dottie’s screams sound like garbled words, and the vibration from them sends me into overdrive.

I slam into her mouth repeatedly, my lust and need for her, overshadowing every rational thought I may have had before I stalked her from the bar and forced her to her damn knees.

She does this to me. Makes me lose fucking control.