Page 102 of Sinful Lord

But before it can get to that, the palm on the back of my hand widens, and Tytus’ fingers curl through my hair.

“Fuck,” he growls, pulling me back.

Drool bursts from my lips. I blink away the tears. His cock twitches before me, completely covered in my saliva.

Tytus angles my neck upward, so I can see his face. He stares down at me with a primal intensity.

“Are you ready for me?”

My naivety momentarily relapses as I stare up at the naked beast.

“There’s more?” I gulp.

“Come here, angel.”

Uncurling his fingers from my hair, Tytus plants his palms against both of my cheeks and lifts me onto my feet. For a moment, I’m unsteady. My thighs are already sore from all the clenching they just did. But when Tytus pulls me close and kisses me, all of that soreness melts away.

This time, I come to my senses quickly enough to kiss him back. But this kiss isn’t like the first. This one is far dirtier. Less controlled. Completely wild.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” Tytus growls, his tongue slipping past my lips. “Taste me.”

With a fierce desperation, he searches every last inch of my mouth. I taste him right back.

My mouth starts to water. He’s fucking heavenly. I want to crawl inside of him and hug his thick wet tongue until I cum.

I don’t get the chance. The kiss is over far too soon, and when our lips fall apart, I’m thrown onto the bed.

“So wet,” Tytus sneers, his thumb pressing between my soaking pussy lips as he reaches into one of the bags at the side of the bed. “You might not even need lube.”

My mind is so focused on the pleasure that I hardly even think about what he’s reaching for.

Not until I see it.

“Your cock…” I gasp, watching as Tytus places the dildo we brought from my apartment next to his dick.

Sure enough, they’re nearly identical copies of each other.

I fucking knew it.

“No, angel,” Tytus shakes his head. “Your cock.”

A gasp rips from my throat as he slips the silicone replica between my pussy lips. He applies pressure and I grab onto the sheets.

“No, this won’t do,” Tytus grumbles, pausing at my pleading entrance. “I can’t control myself anymore. We need the real thing, don’t we, Melina?”

Without waiting for a response, Tytus blindly throws the dildo across the room. It smacks into the wall as he climbs over top of me.

I can feel the heat of his enormous erection thrumming just above my pussy.

“You’ve lost control?” I squeak, thrusting my hips up just to touch his burning body.

“That’s right, angel.”

“Does… does that mean I win?”

The callback makes Tytus pause, but only for a second. Then his primal snarl turns into a sinful smirk.

“Yes, Melina Kilpatrick. You win. I’ve lost control. Here’s your prize.”