Page 110 of Her Wicked Plan

Not being able to respond verbally, she nods again. Then, I push my cock deeper. I start off slow, allowing her to adjust. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags. I had noticed before that she didn’t have a gag reflex. I almost had to force it out of her, but now? Now she knows how much I love hearing it. She does it to please me.

I pull my hips back before thrusting harder into her. Repeating the motion, back and forth. Repeatedly. I don’t hold back. I’ve never been this violent, this rough with my thrust with any woman before. I was worried I would break them. Send them running, but not with her. Veronica was built to be strong. To endure whatever was thrown her way.

She does just that.

She doesn’t hide how much she loves every single second of this. Even if tears are forming in her eyes as I continuously drive into her, drool seeping out of the corner of her lips as I hold myself deep inside of her, blocking her airway. Veronica’s hands fly up to my thighs, sudden fear flashing in her eyes because she can’t breathe.

We hold eye contact, and I watch as she tries to breathe out of her nose but fails since she is panicking. A tear slides down her cheek, and my thumb catches it.

Moving my hips forward, I push deeper, earning a genuine gag.

“What a pretty sight,” I compliment her as she continues to struggle to breathe.

The gloss in her eyes from fear.

The tears running down her cheek.

The saliva pooling out of her mouth.

“My beautiful, messy angel.”

I feel her swallow around me, and then I remove myself from her. She heaves in a deep breath, coughing as she regains her composure. Her eyes stare at me through those thick lashes.

“Sir, can I please touch myself.” God damn.

“Since you are begging, yes, Vee, you can touch yourself.” I give her that award.

Her hand slides between her thighs almost immediately after my response. A moan escapes her right when her fingers graze her clit. As her fingers circle, she opens her mouth for me to continue where I left off. And I do.

With the speed at which her fingers are going, the way her eyes are rolling into the back of her head while I push deep inside of her, I know she is close.

“Don’t come yet.” She whines in protest. “You will wait for me.”

I understand withholding an orgasm is tough. This is something that people have trouble with, but I have a feeling that Veronica will be able to do it.

When we are in here, when it’s just us, she will do whatever it takes to please me. Regardless of the bratty attitude, she flaunts half the time. In the end, she always submits.

The sounds of her choking on me, the gargling of saliva in her mouth as she takes me, echo through the room. I should slow down with my punishing force to make things quieter, but it feels too damn good to go any slower. Doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m close, and with her legs shaking in her kneeling position, I can tell she is close, too.

Leaning forward, my hand dives into her hair, gripping the strands at the back of her head tightly to tilt her upwards. This position forces her eyes to stay on mine as I plunge deeper into her throat.

“That’s it, Vee.” I coax her, knowing my words will push her over the edge. “You look so damn pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

The praise earns a gargled moan, to which a rumble of satisfaction fills my chest.

Bringing up my free hand, I wipe away a tear with the pad of my thumb. “This mouth was made for me, wasn’t it? It was made to take me whenever I please. To use whenever I want.”

She struggles but nods in agreement. Her body trembles at the overdrive of pleasure. I’ve held back as much as I could. Shoving my release away until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Fuckkkk, little angel.” The moan is made of gravel as it leaves my mouth. “Come for me.”

At the end of my words, she came undone.

And what a glorious sight it was.

One more thrust, and I hold myself still, spilling into her. I watch her throat bob as she swallows every drop of me, her orgasm still rolling through her.

“You are perfect,” I say breathlessly as I pull out of her, already missing the warmth of her mouth.