Page 52 of Cozen

Cozen grinned. “I do like it here.”

“Like what, exactly—being a man’s slut? Letting him use you? Wearing his marks and his cum? Which one?”

“All of it.”

Sargon chuckled darkly. “All I want to know now is what your mouth looks like after I fuck it. Open up, beautiful girl.”

His hand stuck out like a flash of lightning, and grabbed her throat to tilt her head up even higher. Cozen’s natural instinct kicked in at having someone’s hand on her throat, and she opened her mouth.

Sargon took the opportunity to slide the thick head of his cock between her parted lips. He kept the one hand on her throat, but his other wrapped tightly in her hair, and tugged hard enough to sting. He worked his length in her mouth—a brutal pace that had her eyes watering, and her pussy wet.

He had a distinct taste—like salt and sin in her mouth. His cock was a smooth velvet against the roughness of her tongue. He didn’t slow for a second as he fucked her mouth harder, and grinned up above her.

Cozen tried to smile around his length, but it didn’t quite work. Instead, she settled on flicking her tongue against the underside of his shaft where she could feel his heart racing. He must have liked that considering he grabbed hold of her hair a little bit harder.

“Don’t you choke,” he taunted.

Cozen let her teeth graze the skin of his dick.

Sargon grunted hard. “Fuck, watch it.”

She bet he liked that, too.

“Are you going to take it all?” Sargon asked. “Every last drop, Cozen?”

She couldn’t speak like this, but her gaze flicked upward to meet his. It was apparently all the answer he needed. His hand closed around her throat, damn near taking what was left of her air away, and he tugged firmly on her hair on the next thrust. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed at the feeling of his length jerking. His cum hit the back of her tongue in spurts, and he didn’t release his hold.

She took it all.

Just like he wanted.

“Jesus Christ,” Sargon snarled, his hands shaking against her. “That would kill me.”

He pulled out of her mouth, and Cozen took the chance to suck in a deeper breath than she had been getting using just her nose. He didn’t waste any time to pull her up from the floor, and spin her around.

Cozen’s chest slammed in to the wall, and all she could do was laugh. A breathless, pleased laugh that only seemed to urge Sargon on a little more.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked in her ear. “I’ve got a special trick—make me come once, and I can fuck you for hours before I can come again.”

His hands drove up her body, and then down again. Fingertips raking her skin, and leaving lines behind. Or … she hoped.

“You like it rough, beautiful girl?” he asked.

“Love it when it hurts.”

As if to check if she was lying, his hand slipped between her thighs. Two long, teasing fingers swept through the folds of her pussy, and then thrust in deep. It wasn’t enough to give her what she really wanted because just as fast, he pulled those fingers back out.

“I bet you fucking like it,” he said. “Your cunt is wet enough to drown me. Be a good girl, and I’ll let you ride my face when I’m done filling you up.”

Oh, God.

She heard the shuffle of foil, and then Sargon’s hand was back in her hair, and pushing her head against the wall. Her cheek scraped against the paint as she let out another one of those taunting laughs. His hand slapped her ass, and she knew he was looking at a pretty, red handprint now.

“Just fuck me,” she whispered.

He didn’t need to tell her to widen her legs—she was already spread for him. He didn’t give her any warning either before he took her from behind. His cock split her open with one brutal thrust that sent Cozen up on her toes in her heels.

It ached.