Page 74 of I’m The Worst

That. Fucking. Mouth.

Her lips part, and then she takes my thumb into her mouth. Sucking hard. Her tongue circling it while she glares up at me with pure defiance.

My cock goes rock solid instantly.

Jesus Christ.

She hums around my thumb, lashes fluttering like she’s testing how far she can push me before I snap.

What am I doing? Why am I touching her…?

My grip on her jaw tightens as I slide my thumb deeper into her mouth.

Eyes never leaving her lips, watching the way her tongue swirls, my blood heats.

I yank my thumb out with a wet sound, her lips slick and swollen.

“On your knees.”

She drops instantly, eyes never leaving mine.

I shove my pants down just enough to free my cock. It springs out, already leaking.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

She obeys. Lips parting, tongue flat and waiting like the good Sovereign Slut she is. I grab a fistful of her hair, yank her head forward, and thrust deep into her throat in one hard stroke.

Her hands fly to my thighs, nails digging in. She chokes instantly, spit sliding down her chin, eyes watering as she stares up at me, lips stretched around my length.

Fuck.

She looks so goddamn perfect on her knees.

After a few more thrusts, she tries to reach for her waistband, aching to touch herself. I snatch her wrists, pinning them to the wall above her head with one hand.

“Desperate, pathetic brats don’t get to come.”

Her throat clenches around my cock as she whimpers. I keep my fist twisted tight in her hair, controlling every inch she takes as I rock my hips slow and deep.

“Choke on it.”

Her cheeks hollow, her tongue dragging up the underside of my shaft with every pull. Even as her eyes water, they stay on mine—angry, wet, hungry.

I can’t stop.

I fuck her face harder, watching the tears spill down her cheeks, feeling her throat spasm and flutter around my dick. My weight presses her to the wall, her wrists held high so she can’t touch me, or herself. She can’t do anything but take what I give her.

The slick heat of her mouth is perfect. The wet, choking sounds she makes are fucking me up.

I hit the back of her throat again and again, reveling in how her body trembles. She’s not fighting it. She’s taking it. Wanting it. Her knees press tight to the floor, back arching as she tries to take me even deeper and swallows around me.

“Fuck…solnyshko.”

My release barrels through me, weakening my knees. I hold her head still and pump thick ropes of cum down her throat, eyes transfixed on the way her swollen lips stretch around my cock. She gulps down every drop, sucking and licking gently until I’m completely spent.

When I finally pull out, she gasps for air, coughing and shaking. Her lips are red and shiny, tears streaking her flushed face, but her gaze is still defiant as ever.

I stare down at her, breathing ragged. My cock is still half-hard, slick with her spit. The urge to grab her again to shove back down her throat until she’s gagging and crying and still looking at me like that, it’s fucking unbearable.