Page 57 of Scavenger's Oath

It pulses when her eyes widen. As if she’s intimidated by the size, the veins… or maybe it’s the piercings? Maybe she’s never seen a Jacobs ladder before.

Gripping a handful of her silky hair, I pull her to sit up. “Open that pretty mouth for me,” I order, leaving no room for discussion.

She hesitates for a moment, still staring at my dick like it’s going to bite her. But then her eyes lift, looking straight into my soul as she parts her lips and sticks her tongue out in the most delicious way.

So eager.

My hands tighten in her locks as I see strings of saliva stretch from the roof of her mouth to her tongue. I’ve been dreaming of fucking her pretty face since I stuck my fingers down her throat.

Fisting my cock, I tease it over the saliva pooling on her tongue. She waits like a trained submissive while I relish the sensation of the surface on my crown.

When I slide into her mouth, she closes her soft lips around me and moans like she’s grateful. A groan rips through my chest, trying not to lose my mind, as her moan vibrates through my piercings.

She sucks gently each time I pull back, working my way deeper into the warmth, until I hit the back of her throat. Her eyes dart up to mine, watery and suddenly desperate for some kind of reassurance.

“Look at you, little doe,” I soothe. “Such a good girl for me.”

Her eyes flutter and fall closed, body seeming to melt in my hands.

Then she swallows, throat constricting around the head of my cock.

I have to yank her off me to stop myself from exploding.

My chest heaves, eyes wide like I just caught a glimpse of another realm.

Where the fuck did she learn that?

Ivy stares up at me, breathing heavily as drool coats her lips. But there’s a little tension in her cheeks, almost as if she wants to smirk.

That little minx.

Releasing her hair, I push her back onto the mattress. Ivy doesn’t struggle as I fold her how I want this time.

Squeezing the base of my dick, I lower myself between her thighs and line up. Coating the head of my cock with her wetness, I hold my breath to stop myself from moaning.

She's warm… so fucking warm.

“Wait—” she gasps, voice trembling.

But I’m not letting her back out because she’s scared. I know I won’t hurt her…much.

The edges of my vision go black as I push past her pulsing entrance.

“Fuuuck,” I exhale. Working my way deeper, I watch the way her pussy grips me each time I pull back an inch. “So… fucking… tight. Strangling my cock like you’ve never been touched.”

She cries out and digs her nails into my arms. So I pause, giving her a second to adjust.

She's small. I'm not.

But fuck if it doesn't make my ego roar. The way her body stretches around me.

“You can take it,” I pant, voice ragged.

She nods, even though she looks like she might cry. I don’t want to hurt her… but fuck, I’d love to see her cry.

“You gonna take it all?”

She whimpers an affirmative sound, breathless already.