Page 30 of Revenge Saints

“Max,” she finally confesses, a teasing glint in her eyes.

I shake my head, half pissed, half grateful. I owe him one.

“Open wide. Breathe through your nose.”

She obeys, good fucking girl, and I thrust into her throat. She gags, but I don’t stop. I fuck her deep, watching her lips stretch, tongue working with every thrust. Her throat tightens as she swallows, pulling me in like she’s starving.

I pull her back, grip her hair, and stare down at her.

“Open,” I grunt.

She does, and I lean in, spitting on her tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” I order, and she nods.

I slide back in, slow thistime. Her mouth stretches again, eyes watering, spit dripping down her chin, my piercing brushing against her throat.

“So fucking beautiful.”

“You’ll swallow all of it,” I growl, picking up the pace.

Then she does something evil: she reaches down and starts circling her clit.

Shit.

She moans around my cock, fingers moving, hips twitching.

I nearly lose it.This girl is going to ruin me.

Her free hand grabs the base of my cock, pumping in sync with her lips. She’s trembling, close.

I bury my hand in her hair, but I don’t guide her; I want her to take me to the edge.

And she fucking does.

Tongue swirling. Moaning. Jerking me while touching herself.

A vision. A fucking vision.

My balls tighten, that raw fire racing up my spine. I grip her hair tighter, chest heaving, every muscle flexing like I’m fighting death itself.

Fuck. I’m gonna come.

“Don’t stop,” I growl.

She moans, and fuck,

That’s it. I snap.

My body jerks forward, hips thrusting deep, my cock slams into her throat, and my release rips through me.

“FUCK!” I roar, head tilting back as wave after wave punches through me, my vision going white.

I swear my soul just left my fucking body.

My knees buckle, and I stumble forward, one hand bracing against the wall, the other still buried in her hair.

Panting. Shaking. Cum still pulsing from me in thick, desperate spurts, she doesn’t spill a drop. Not one.