Page 51 of The Villain We Tempt

My mouth strains a little as his abs flex and another inch of his huge dick pushes into my mouth. His scent surrounds me, and I feel heated slickness throb between my legs. He wraps hanks of my hair around his fists, and I jolt when he suddenly pushes another inch or so across my tongue.

God,he’s so fucking big.

My jaw is already stretched to its limit, and it feels like I’ve barely gotten more than his head past my lips. He thrusts a little deeper with another rough, guttural grunt, and God help me, my thighs clench tighter.

My pussy throbs, aching to be touched.

The blurry, gauzy wall between fantasy and reality has completely tumbled down. And I might like what’s on the other side of it abittoo much.

The Ghost Prince groans, tightening his grip on my hair as he pushes another fat inch of his cock even deeper into my mouth, until I feel him hit the back of my throat just before I sputter and choke a little.

He pulls out, letting me get some air. Thick strands of spit and precum stretch between his cock and my bottom lip, which isoutrageouslyhot for some reason.

“Look at me, little villain,” he growls, tugging my gaze to his mask. “Look at me while I fuck your mouth like it’s a pussy.”

I moan.

“Look at mewhile you swallow my cock like a good girl.”

There’s nothing slow about the way he thrusts into my mouth after that. I gag a little as his huge dick rams into the back of my throat. He pulls out again as I gasp sharply, more spit dangling from my lip and dripping down my chin. Tears bead in the corners of my eyes.

I haveneverbeen more turned on.

The Ghost Prince thrusts into my mouth again, using my hair as leverage as he truly starts to fuck my mouth. The whole time, I’m squeezing my thighs together, getting off on the friction of my panties tight against my throbbing clit. Feeling my nipples,sansbra, dragging electrically against my cotton t-shirt.

The Ghost Prince’s hips roll and thrust. Sloppy, wet sounds fill the room as he pumps in and out of my moaning mouth. Spitdrips down my chin and onto my shirt, and Iknowmy mascara must be running as he uses my mouth like a sex toy.

Like his own personal fuck hole, custom-made to get him off.

It's the hottest, most erotic feeling I’ve ever felt.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he groans as his abs clench. “Taking that big fucking cock like a good girl.Mygood girl. Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes when you gag on my cock, my little villain.”

The pressure between my thighs is almost unbearable. Despite everything that’s currently happening, I can’t bring myself totouchmyself with my hands. Instead, I’m flexing and squeezing my thighs, tightening my pelvic floor over and over as the pressure grows.

“Mmmm,fuck,” he rasps, throwing his masked head back with a groan. “You’re being such a good little cum slut for me, baby.”

Fucking hell.

It’s every vicious, morally gray red-flag book boyfriend fantasy straight from the pages of my favorite novels, all rolled together.

Butreal.

The huge, swollen cock thrusting wetly in and out of my mouth and making a mess of my face isreal.

His scent. His taste. His hot skin.

The way my pulse is skipping erratically. The way my skin is alive with liquid fire. The way my core is tightening, desperate for release. It's allreal.

He groans, and I shiver when his abs clench tightly. He drops his face down, lookingright into my eyesthrough his mask as a groan rumbles in his chest.

“You’re going to make me come, little villain,” he growls.

Heat thunders through my core. His cock swellssofucking big, stretching my jaw to its physical limit as he thrusts into the back of my throat.

Suddenly, he starts to come.

I whimper and moan around him as the first rope of cum explodes into the back of my mouth. I swallow and gulp hungrily, drunk off his salty-sweet taste as it floods my tonuge.