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I groan at my mistake. I want to take her, but I don’t know if she’s going to be ready. She looks at me, her eyes pleading.

“I want you to fuck my mouth, then I want you to take me to the club.”

My head is screaming at me to wait, but my heart and my dick have other ideas, and against my better judgement, I nod and then tighten my grip in her hair and push her head down. I catch sight of her grin, right before her mouth covers my cock.

I push her down until I can feel the back of her throat, and she gags. I think it’s too much, so I attempt to pull her back, but she fights me on it, looking up and giving me a little shake of her head. Hollowing out her cheeks, she sucks so hard I think I’m going to come already.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, I control the start of my orgasm. I slowly lift her up, then push her back down, my movements getting quicker and quicker. Her hands come up and squeeze my balls, rubbing and rolling them. I tip my head back and bite my tongue to stop myself from shooting my cum down her throat. I feel the bitter tang of blood as it fills my mouth from the pressure.

I pull her all the way off, tipping her head so she can look at me. “Princess, I need you to tell me if it’s too much, tell me if I need to stop…”

She shakes her head. “I want more. I want you to be rough with me.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure that’s your thing, princess.”

“Maybe not, but when I think about you forcing my head down, I get excited. I know it’s something I want to try, and all I’m asking is that you help me figure out what it is I like.”

I lean forward, slamming my lips onto hers, rolling my tongue around the inside of her mouth. She moans when I bite her lip, and I pull it with my teeth before leaning back in my chair. “Now, wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock.”

Without hesitation, she opens her mouth, and using the tip of her tongue, she licks my head, tasting the pre-cum leaking from it. I let out a moan as I shiver at the sensation.

Needing more and knowing she wants to try this, I force her head down, making her take every fucking last inch.

The vibrations from her vocal cords as she moans has me clenching my core to hold off my impending orgasm. I just need a little longer. I want to see how much more she can take.

I pull on her hair, lifting her up slightly, and then I slam her back down. She groans, grabbing my balls and squeezing them to the point it’s almost painful.

“Oh fuck, I can’t hold off, baby… you need to tap my legs if you don’t want it down your throat.”

My little vixen tenses and then tries to take control of her movements, bobbing her head up and down. I let her have a few seconds of control, and then I reclaim it.

Using both hands, I speed up her movements, making sure my dick hits the back of her throat every time she goes down.

“Fuck, baby, yes, take it, fucking take everything, swallow it all…” I’m done, I can’t hold on any longer. My balls pull up, the burn running from the tips of my toes and up my legs and into my core. I see stars as my cum shoots down her throat.

She struggles as my cum and her spit fall from the sides of her mouth. Deciding she can’t take anymore, I pull her off me, but before I get her all the way off, she dips her head back down. She wants more.

Unable to control my body anymore, my hands slip from her head, but she continues to take everything she can. My eyes roll into the back of my head as she licks my shaft and then releases me with a pop.

Reaching forward, I pick her off the floor and place her in my lap. Kissing her, I can taste myself on her, and it makes me want more.

“Before we get to the club, you need to sign an NDA.”

“You’re really going to take me?” she asks me, clearly surprised.

“Yeah, baby, I’m going to take you.”

She lets out a squeak of excitement as she jumps off my lap, pulling me up with her.

I can’t work out who’s more excited, me or her.

Chapter 32

I didn’t think he would actually take me. I thought he’d ignore me again or just say no. But here we are, in the carpark around the corner from the club, or so he tells me.

We’ve been sitting here for around ten minutes, and he keeps asking me if I’m sure I really want to do this. I don’t know why he’s so opposed to it, I practically begged him to bring me here.

“Finn, can you please trust that I know my own mind… I really do want to experience this. And I want to experience it with you. Please, show me.”

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