Page 151 of Heimlock

“Yes.”

His thumb brushes against my bottom lip. His tongue flicks out to lick his own, as if anticipation tasting me. “Open up.”

My jaw drops as wide as possible.

“Stick out your tongue.”

When I do as I’m told, he lightly taps the swollen head against it.

He sighs with pleasure. “You’re doing so good. Show me how you can do better. No hands. Use your mouth.”

Immediately, I’m inhaling him.

Trinte lets out a slow, “Fuuuck.”

I hum with pleasure, working him with my mouth, desperate to fit as much as possible down to the back of my throat. When his hands come to the sides of my head, anticipation has me sucking harder. I’m soaked between my legs, squirming for some sort of friction.

“Stop moving your hips,” he orders. It’s excruciating, but I obey. “You’re going to keep that throat open for me, pretty girl. Understood?”

I hum my agreement, mouth too full to speak.

Trinte unleashes himself, using my mouth for his pleasure. Slamming into the back of my throat, forcing tears to prick my eyes. His focus never leaves my face, black hair falling around his handsome features. There’s so much intention in each thrust as he fucks with abandon.

It hurts and feels incredible at the same time. I feel empowered knowing that he’s this raw and rough with me. Only me. No one else received this privilege. The realization sends a thrill down my spine.

Trinte slows his pace when my cheeks are covered in tears and I have so much spit in my mouth, it’s slobbered all over his cock. Pulling out, he admires his work.

“You did so good.”

The praise has me grinning. “Thank you.”

He steps back again, pretending to think while he looks me over. “Let’s see what we can do to that pussy, shall we?”

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Kyrielle is such a pretty picture right now, with a swollen, spit-covered mouth and tears streaming down her cheeks. Before her, I never wanted another mouth down there ever again.

But her mouth? I want to live inside it.

Her body flushes with desire, and those flame-filled eyes sparkle with excitement. She’s loving every bit of this, which sends a thrill of appreciation straight to my heart. Dominating her is a pleasure I never knew could exist. Now, I’m reveling in it. She had better not think this is the only time she’ll submit — it definitely won’t.

I twirl a finger. “All fours, Firefly. Show me that pussy.”

The naked Fire Sprite is quick to obey, baring herself to me without hesitation. I groan at the sight; at the pink, glistening gift waiting for me to destroy. She whimpers when I graze a finger along the seam.

I smack one of her reddened ass cheeks. She hisses. I undress, tossing the clothes aside. I’m five seconds away from spilling onto the carpet; I want her that badly.

Grabbing my length, I press the head against her wetness, soaking the tip. She’s not prepped enough to take it, but the teasing feels delicious. Her head dips as she whimpers again.

“Please,” she whispers.

I grin. “What are you begging for?”

“You.”

“What part of me?”

“Your cock.”