Page 46 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

“You want me to force the issue?” The delicate pink that stains her cheeks while she stubbornly holds eye contact tells me she’s enjoying taunting me. Her knees widen and her heady scent tells me she wants this as much as I want it.

“Fine.” I fist her hair with one hand while I reach out with the other to cradle her jaw and press my thumb on her bottom lip. “Open.”

When her mouth gives under the pressure of my thumb, I guide my cock between her glossy, pillowy lips. They stretch around my shaft so fucking good, a groan slips free.

I use her hair to tug her up and down my cock a few times. My grip on the strands must pull at her scalp because her eyes grow shiny.

“You want to tap out?” I grind out between my teeth. It might fucking kill me if she does. All I want to do is fuck her pretty, traitorous face until I come.

Her gaze hardens. She wraps her hand around the part of me that doesn’t fit when I hit the back of her throat and sucks harder. Her teeth scrape my cock.

It stings a bit. I grab her jaw tightly. “Uh-uh. Behave.”

She grows soft again. Firm lips instead of sharp teeth.

“Let’s see how much you can take.” Keeping her in place, I push deeper. Until her gag reflex tries to buck me away. I catch her folding her thumb inside her hand on her knee as her eyes overflow.

She can take gagging on it. I set a vicious rhythm, my hips drilling forward. I hit her throat over and over. Her mouth grows wetter. Spit dribbles from the seal of her lips around my cock.

Still, she doesn’t tap out. Her thighs rub together, searching for friction she isn’t going to find.

I use the pad of my thumb on the underside of her lashes to smear the wet liner and mascara, ruining her flawless makeup. Let her look at herself in the mirror after this and see she’s been thoroughly used by me. “I’m going to fuck this wicked, dirty mouth and fill it with my cum.”

I’m getting close. My balls are tightening. The small of my back is tingling. Either she gets up and flees. Or I am going to fuck her tight throat until I come.

She mumbles around me. The hum of her vocal cords vibrates on my cock. I slam into her mouth, heedless of the saliva running freely down her chin. It only adds to the pleasure. My cock pulses. It jerks. “Fuck, I’m gonna—"

She sinks her teeth into my cock like it’s a damn chew toy. Holy fucking shit, it hurts like a motherfucker. I yank her back by her hair.

She gasps and her eyes brighten with pain.

But she bit too late. I was already nutting so fucking hard. And the pain when it stopped only increased the sensation. My cock spurts ropes of pearly cum across her hot mouth and chin. It drips onto her throat.

I rock back on my feet through the aftershocks. The last of my cum coats her bottom lip.

She tries to wipe it away.

“Uh-uh.” Gripping her jaw, I press on the hinge with my thumb. “Open. Or I’ll do it for you.”

She glares at me with watery eyes but lets her mouth fall open when I start to squeeze. Her tongue is clean and pink. I gather my cum from around her mouth with my thumb and coat the middle of her tongue with it. My cum. Not my bandmates. I swirl the pearlescent fluid around.

I take my thumb from her tongue. “You will swallow now.”

Closing her mouth, she swallows my load as she straightens to her feet. She swipes her hands all over her mouth, jaw and throat, probably in an attempt to remove any trace of me.

I have bad news for her. It’s going to take more than that for her to get clean. Anyone seeing her leave this room would know she’s been on her knees for me. Next time I’ll make sure we have more of an audience than two security guards who mind their own business.

“My box,” she demands. “Give it to me.”

Do you really think I’m going to give your box to you after you fucking bit me?” I tug my pants back over my hips. Do up the zipper as I turn my back on her and pick up my tin from the desk. “I said if I was satisfied, and guess what, sweetheart? I’m not.”

Her eyes bulge. “I knew it! You never had any intention of giving it back. You asshole.”

“You’ll have to do better next time.” I hold my ground.

“There won’t be a next time,” she hisses, spins around, and marches for the door.

Popping the joint between my lips, I smirk. She is wrong. “I own you on this tour. You’re my muse. My fuck toy. Understood?”