Page 81 of Sway’s Peace (Delivery Service #2)

“Good,” he praised. Not because she wasn’t scared, but because she was still eager.

He wanted her with a burning edge that made him crazy.

But one word from her, he knew, would freeze him cold.

He wanted to own her, but the last thing he wanted was for her eagerness, her nervousness, to ever turn to outright fear.

“I’m going to control your head. I’ll work up to it.

I’ll make sure you can take it. But you see these hands? ”

He used his free one to cover one of hers. They were both still resting on his thighs. “You keep them right here. Got it? If you move these hands, I’m going to stop. But so long as your hands remain right here on my thighs, I’ll keep fucking your throat. Understand?”

It was a way out for her. If his cock was in her mouth, she couldn’t speak, but he wanted her to be able to stop him if he pushed her too far. And the way she gave him a gentle smile as she nodded again told him that he made the right choice.

“That’s my Grace,” he smiled at her, moving her head again. “Breathe when you can. I’ll try to give you the chance as often as I can.”

He wouldn’t hurt her. He never could. But the passion burning in her gaze at the threat that his desire would overpower his good sense made him even more desperate. And with that sorted, he couldn’t wait any longer.

She started to open her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick at his head. But he didn’t care about her attempts to suck and please him. He had one use for her tongue right now, and it was feeling the slippery appending rubbing along the underside of his shaft as he fucked it.

He demonstrated that immediately by using his grip in her hair to shove her head down his shaft, forcing his rings past her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise as he began working her head quickly up and down, fucking her mouth with only the first third of his cock.

But her hands remained right there on his thighs.

And her tongue still tried to work around him, to do something.

But the only participation he needed from her was each hard fought breath she forced into her lungs before he cut off her air.

He didn’t want her to suck his cock, he wanted to fuck her face, and for that, she only needed to take it.

He moved her head quickly, pumping his hips for extra power, but he didn’t shove his way deep immediately.

She’d never taken a cock in her throat. He couldn’t be that forceful.

Yet. He’d get her there eventually. To a place where he could grab her head whenever he liked and take her as hard and fast as he needed.

But until then, he was going to enjoy training that little throat as long as it took.

As she got accustomed to the first third of his cock, her neck bobbing along with him, she started trying to force him to give her more.

And that was his cue to do just that. Pushing himself deeper, one stroke at a time, until the head of his cock was beating at the back of her mouth and she could no longer disguise the wet, gagging, slurping sounds of his invasion.

It must have been tough on her, because her eyes were watering, tears dripping down her stretched cheeks, as drool trailed down her chin. She was having to work around him now to breathe through her nose, and she was shaking.

But her hands were still on his thighs. No longer flat and jerking, she was now grasping at the short feathers that covered his body. Pulling on them. Sharp pain burned his skin as she yanked a few out right at the shaft.

He loved it though.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, his voice low and husky in that way that made her shiver.

But it wavered from the feeling of her. The slick heat of her mouth.

The hole at the back of her throat just begging his head to continue forward.

The wriggling of her helpless tongue, pinned in place by the sheer girth of his member.

Even the slight scrape of her teeth that she couldn’t quite prevent with how quickly and forcefully he was using her head.

It was all so vekting good. It was driving him crazy. He needed to shove the rest of his cock in her throat. He needed to feel all of her wrapped around him.

“Keep pulling my feathers,” he snarled approvingly as he felt some of them snapping under the pressure of her fingers. “I love the pain.”

She made a surprised sound, quickly covered by the pumping of his cock. But she still managed to look up at him, the question clear in her watery eyes.

He smirked. “Yeah. I like it when you hurt me. When I drive you so wild, you start pulling at all my feathers like you’re trying to rip me bald. It makes it better.”

Her grip tightened. Just a bit. Almost cautiously. But when he moaned, driving his cock deeper, slipping into her throat, she really yanked at him.

He backed off immediately, ripping her off entirely so she could cough and sputter. Her body trying to eject the invader. A string of spit trailed between her lip and his cock. She was breathing hard, her lips deep red and swollen from the abuse.

She was so beautiful. And as she got herself back under control, still panting, her lips remained parted, her tongue partly sticking out. Waiting for him to reclaim her mouth.

It was an invitation he gladly accepted, shoving himself back deep.

He clutched her head with both hands. Getting a better grip, allowing him more control as he once again began beating at the entrance of her throat.

She choked and gagged, but as he backed off and pushed forward, alternating between giving her a break and taking more, she began to get accustomed to it.

Her body adapted to the feeling of him fucking her where a cock was not designed to go.

She was tense, she was shaking, crying, but her hands remained firmly in place. She was even pushing against his grip. Trying to take more.

He gave her what she wanted with one final, hard thrust, slamming her head down. Forcing her right to the base until the tip of her nose was rubbing against the hard flesh of his knob.

He held her here, his entire body shaking.

The heat of his impending orgasm churning in the sperm sack hidden in his body.

Her throat was gripping him so tight. Spasming as she choked, unable to breathe, trying and failing to eject the foreign object shoved so unceremoniously past the ring of her mouth.

He held her there until he felt her body heaving, reflex overpowering will. He ripped her off then, holding her head as she gasped and choked. She was crying, and she was no longer keeping his gaze. Her eyes were glazed, staring at nothing, as she struggled to catch her breath.

Sway leaned down and licked up her cheek. Tasting the sweet salt of her tears. He groaned, shaking. He kissed her cheek. Then her nose. Then her open lips, running his tongue along the abused skin.

“Perfect,” he praised. “You’re so perfect for me. You okay?”

She made a trembling sound as she nodded.

“You want more?”

She nodded again. A bit more eagerly this time.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm, even as she was already ruined by his harsh treatment.

“Good. Take a deep breath. I’m not stopping until I fill your belly.”

She shivered under his grasp, but she obediently began to take in as deep a breath as she could as he stood straight.

He watched, hot love burning in his chest as she returned her hands right back to his thighs, more on the the side now, giving her a better ability to grip him, squeezing tight, already pulling at his feathers.

He rested the head of his cock right there at her bottom lip. And when she took in one last, long, deep breath, he shoved it deep. Over her tongue, past the tight ring, right into her throat.

He didn’t linger this time. He didn’t move her head. He held it tight, keeping it still, as his hips pumped. Fucking her face in earnest. Staring down at the mess she was making of his cock. At the mess he was making of her.

And she took it. Squeezing tight onto his feathers, pulling them out as each thrust jerked her body with force.

He wanted it to last forever. He never wanted this hot pleasure to end. But the spasming of her throat around his shaft was so similar to the way her cunt gripped him in orgasm, it was forcing his own release to burn up his shaft.

He jerked her off. Gave her one last chance to get in another breath, then shoved her head all the way down, sinking his cock as deep as he could.

Her throat clenched on him, her entire body shaking.

His probe had nothing to pierce, but it still emerged, the rush of its extrusion from his cockhead making him dizzy as he grunted with each pulse of hot cum he shot straight into her belly.

His hips pulsed, grinding against her, as he rode out his orgasm as long as he dared.

Pushing her to the very edge of her abilities.

When he ripped her away that last time, she wasn’t choking, but she was gasping and heaving desperately.

One last rope of cum shot out, landing across her wet and red face.

She was breathing hard, shaking and drooling, as he brought her close so he could rest his cock right there on her face. He had left her mouth before he finished, and ceasing the grip of her throat ceased his orgasm.

The frustration of a climax interrupted was completely mitigated by how vekting sexy she looked with his shiny cock, dripping with her spit, resting there on her cheek, along her nose, as she looked past it, up at him. She gave him a tired, shaky smile.

Like she loved it. Like she enjoyed the way he’d just ridden her completely for his own pleasure, not doing a single thing for her.

Then, as he watched, she turned and pressed a sweet little kiss against his shaft before her tongue darted out to lick alongside it.

It broke him.