Page 128 of Sinful Lord

“Out of those sweats,” Tytus orders.

In the blink of an eye, we’re back in the bedroom. After throwing me onto the bed, Tytus strips down to his underwear. His bulge is so huge my jaw drops.

“I… I don’t know if I should…” I babble.

Still, I watch eagerly as Tytus dips his fingers beneath his briefs. But instead of giving me what we both know I want, he pauses.

“If you say no, we stop here,” he says. But when he starts to pull his hand out of his briefs, I gasp.

“No!” I shout. “Wait, no, not no. Yes.”

Tytus takes a big step forward and I’m covered by his steaming shadow.

“Take a deep breath, angel. Answer me. Do you want me to fuck you? Yes or no.”

A big gulp fills my throat. My mind goes clear. I’m plunged into a primal state.

“… Yes.”

Tytus smiles.

“Good girl.”

With that, my prize is swiftly revealed.

“Fuck,” I sigh, my shoulders slinking as Tytus’ throbbing cock springs free.

He just shakes his head and leans forward.

“Such a filthy mouth,” he smirks. “Have I really corrupted you so badly?”

Before I can answer, Tytus grabs my throat and licks my face.

A warm shiver blasts through my entire body as he drags his tongue across my cheek, clearing any trace of the tears I just shed.

“You’re only allowed to leak from one place,” Tytus explains, his free hand cupping my pussy. “Understand?”

This time, I can’t swallow because his fingers are wrapped too tightly around my neck. The searing heat of his grip arches my back and thrusts my hips into his palm.

“I understand,” I choke.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Sliding his hand to the back of my neck, Tytus twirls me around and shoves my face in the mattress, then he presses up on my pussy so that my ass is presented to him.

Face down, ass up.

Shit.

I’m like sacrifice being offered up to a greedy god.

And I love it.

All of the sadness and betrayal I’d felt shatters beneath the weight of my arousal. The fear is drowned by the flood raging between my legs.

It doesn’t matter how dangerous this all is. Right now, I just want one thing, and Tytus is the only person who can give it to me.

“Fuck me,” I plead, my voice muffled by the mattress.