Page 11 of Trapped In Love


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“Such a brat,” he joked, and then he bucked his hips and forced his dick into my mouth. I moaned and rolled my tongue around his length. I opened my mouth wider as I took him deeper.

He bucked his hips. “That’s it, you take it all.”

I moaned on his cock as he fucked my face, and I did as he commanded.

“Good girl.”

He thrust his hips to push his dick deeper into my mouth, and I took him as far into my throat as I could. I swirled my tongue and sucked until he hit my gag reflex. I slid a hand down to fondle his balls, but then he wrenched his cock out of my mouth.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked as I sat back on my haunches. I wiped at my mouth and then my eyes because choking on his dick made my eyes water. But I loved it. I loved being a brat and being punished by getting face-fucked. Until I was a wet, sloppy mess.

He rubbed his thumb across my swollen lips. “No, sweet thing. I love what this mouth can do, but I’d rather come in your pussy. Okay?”

I nodded.

He started calling me ‘sweet thing’ at the brewery to annoy me. But in bed, I liked the pet name. Way too much than I wanted to admit, especially to myself.

He pushed me onto my back and crawled into the bed with me. He cupped my face as he kissed me gently.

“Please, Felix,” I begged when his lips traveled down my neck.

“You want me, huh?”

I nodded.

He grabbed a condom from my nightstand, took it out of the packaging, and slid it down his length. My mouth hung open when he found the lube in my nightstand and slicked it down his cock. Dudes never thought of that! It was nice when someone was considerate in bed.

I gasped when he flipped me over so I was on all fours and gave my ass a little smack.

“You brat, I know you like that,” he said into my ear.

I smiled to myself and was glad he couldn’t see the satisfied look on my face. He teased me with the head of his cock against my clit, and I arched back into him, desperate to get him inside me.

He gave me another slap on my ass. “Be patient.”

“Or what?” I asked.

“Or you won’t get my dick at all.”

“Please, I need it.”

He circled the head of his cock around my clit, torturing me by not giving me what I wanted. “You need it, huh?”

“Please.”

“You’ll be good now? Or does the little brat need a spanking?”

I bit my lip as images of me against his lap and his hand smacking across my ass popped into my head. I wanted to see his tattooed arms swinging down in the air until a loud crack sounded across my skin. Until he made my ass cheeks red and raw because I was a naughty girl who needed to be punished.

I jolted when he slapped his hand across my ass again. “Huh, sweet thing? You want me to press you face-down against the bed and spank you? Or do you want my cock?”

“Cock!” I exclaimed. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he purred. He tilted my head back toward him and kissed me while he pressed inside me nice and slow.

He broke our kiss as he set the pace, sliding in and out in a slow rhythm.

I groaned and gripped the sheets in front of me.

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