Page 56 of Phantasm

I grind my hips, lost in a heady sea of pleasure, where Darian’s every praise is a siren’s song. I want to please him. To be good for him.

“That’s it, beautiful. Fuck. That feels amazing.”

He wraps my hair around his hand, his tight grip causing my scalp to prickle as he guides my mouth over his cock, setting a steady, ruthless pace. I’m a fuck toy to him—a tool to get him off.

It gets me off, too, when he’s rough like this.

“Look how cock drunk you are. Eyes on me, baby. Let me see how much you like it.”

His cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his crown, and he juts his chin to my grinding hips. “How many fingers are you riding?”

“Four.”

“Let me see.” He unwinds my hair from his hand and shoves me back onto the bed with his full palm on my face, then spreads my legs obnoxiously wide and stares down at my puffy cunt.

Kneeling like a savage monster, he hikes a finger in my panties and pulls them aside so he can get a better vision.

“Use your other hand to tease your clit.”

A moan fills the room as I strum my bud while curling my fingers inside me. My walls ripple rhythmically and heat swirls low in my core. “I’m about to come,” I pant, biting down on my swollen lip.

Darian strokes his cock while watching me fuck myself like it’s the most erotic sight he’s ever seen. “I want to make such a fucking mess of you.”

“Yeah?” I goad as my pussy clamps down on my fingers. “What do you want to do to me?”

“Come all over you, for starters, and then stretch your cunt with the biggest fucking object I can find.”

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Always.” A shudder runs through him as he thrusts forward, letting out a deep groan. Warm ropes of cum rain over my face and body like a reward and drips down my cheeks.

He milks his cock until his balls are emptied, and the last squirt hits my throat and chin. Afterward, he tucks his dick away and smacks my hands away as he positions himself between my legs.

When his warm mouth descends to ravage me, my hips buck off the mattress, and I gasp at the sensation of his wet tongue. Darian brings me to the edge, holding me tightly while he licks and sucks. As his tongue swirls over my clit, I grip the sheets as if I might float away.

“Fuck,” I whimper, grinding against his face.

I’m just about to come when he pulls away and climbs off the bed.

I push up onto my elbows, my pussy pulsing painfully in need of relief. “Where are you going?”

Darian walks over to his dresser and removes a pair of handcuffs and what looks like a monster dildo.

I lift my head. “What the fuck is that?”

As he nears, he studies it. “I’m not entirely sure. I think it’s a dragon cock?”

“A dragon cock?”

“It could possibly be a dinosaur dick.”

“What—”

The words die on my tongue when he tosses the dildo on the bed before kneeling over me and securing my wrists to the headboard. I try to fight his hold on me, but it’s useless, and in no time at all, I’m yanking on the cuffs around my wrists.

“What the hell, Darian?”

“I looked at the other cocks, but they were so lifelike, and I thought to myself: my wife looks like she’d enjoy a dragon cock with scales.”