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I suck. I suck as hard as I can, and he likes that, he presses his hard cock against my hip.
“Swallow,” he insists, and I do. I swallow and his fingers are right there. It makes my eyes water. And then I retch again, harder this time. My mouth fills up with spit, so wet as he pulls his fingers free.
He kisses me before I’ve caught my breath, his tongue pushing deep as I splutter, and the kiss is wet, it’s so wet.
“Now for my next trick,” he whispers. “Time to fuck that pretty little virgin throat.”
He shunts up the bed and rolls me towards him. His cock slaps against my cheek, and he takes my hair, angling me just right for his cock to press against my lips. I open right up, stick my tongue out as he pushes inside.
His cock tastes beautiful, so musky I just want to suck on it hard. The head strains my jaw as it pushes past my teeth. He moves, fast, and I’m like a ragdoll, gagging and choking as he fucks my face. My eyes are streaming, my hands gripping my knees so tight to my chest.
“That’s right,” he growls. “Don’t fight it.”
I won’t fight it, not ever. I grunt around his dick as his fingers find my clit, and he rubs me so hard, so fast, making me gurgle wet noises.
I let myself go for him, giving him my throat like the dirty girl he wants me to be.
The dirty girl he needs.
I open my eyes wide, caring little for the tears rolling down my face. He looks divine from this angle, the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the crease of his throat as he stares down at me.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Your tight little throat is going to empty me.”
His fingers make me buck, make me squirm, make me clench around that hard toy in my asshole.
There’s a warmth as he groans and thrusts deep, a saltiness at the back of my throat as he comes in my mouth. I fight the urge to retch with everything I’ve got, and that’s good, because he’s watching, he watches like a hawk as he pulls free.
“Swallow,” he says, and I do.
I must look a mess underneath him, still squirming against his fingers as he pinches at my clit. My hair feels sticky, my skin clammy, my breath wild as I look up at the man who obsesses me.
He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
He takes his time, staring down at me as his fingers work. He’s steady, concentrated, his movements so skilled as my breathing quickens.
“That’s good,” he encourages. “Good girl.”
I can smell him, his thigh pressed to my cheek, the scent of him so close. I can still taste him.
“I… I’m gonna…”
“I know,” he says, and quickens his fingers.
And I do. I tip over the edge with my head lolling in his lap and my eyes open wide.
I come hard. So hard I thrash my legs, all thought of holding my knees forgotten as I ride the waves.
I’m still riding the waves as he pulls the thing from my ass and slips three fingers inside.
“Nice and ready,” he whispers, and his body guides mine, rolls with me as he eases me onto my front and bears down on top of me. His thighs part mine, and I feel his cock stiffening as he presses it to my asshole.
“We’re going to take this slow.” His breath is on my ear. “Nice and slow.”
I feel the head plop in, and he grunts.
He pushes forward and my ass takes him. I clench tight around his shaft just to hear him groan.
“Fuck me,” I hiss. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.”
And he does.
Slowly.
So fucking slowly.
My ass feels slack and hungry and so nice as his cock burns inside.
“Final act,” he whispers, and it pains, the thought pains.
I twist my face to his and his mouth is waiting.
I kiss him like I love him because I do.
He kisses me back like he knows and it’s so wonderful I could cry.
And then his hand clasps around my throat. I slide my arms behind me and lay my palms flat against his thighs. His grip on my throat takes my weight and my air with it.
I’m not scared, even if my body is. Even if my heart panics and races. Even if my lungs cry for breath.
I focus on the heat of his cock inside my ass. Focus on how deep he feels, how loose he’s making me.
How much I want him.
I give Alexander Henley my breath. He takes it with his lips pressed to my cheek.
“Beautiful girl,” he whispers, and I wish I could tell him how my heart feels.
My body knows what to do when he loosens his grip. He gives me air. One, two, three long gulps before he takes it away again. Over and over, breathing and choking, breathing and choking.
