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“More. Let me have your juices, Mia,” he demands.
This man. His dirty mouth, he’s killing me.
Connor wrings every morsel of my orgasm from my throbbing body. Then, as the convulsions begin to subside, he’s standing and pushing me to my knees.
“Take my cock,” he says as I stumble, my pussy wet between my legs.
I open wide, blinking, pleasure continuing to ghost through me, and watch Connor fists his cock and direct the head into my mouth.
He’s bigger than other men. Smooth and swollen with need.
For me.
When I glance up, I see the wild arousal. His jaw is taut, as if forcing control of his body. He presses in further, and then I’m full of him.
I have never felt so fucking dirty, horny, and sexual in my entire life. I want his cock all the way down my throat. I want him to feel the same pleasure he just gave me.
Without the use of my hands, still tied behind my back, I’m next to useless. Connor grabs the sides of my head and begins to fuck my mouth. He’s in control. He’s been in control from the start. As I suck and relax my throat, he goes deeper and deeper, until I begin to choke.
Our eyes meet, and that dangerous wild animal within is there, on the surface. He’s beautiful, thrilling, and terrifying.
Before I panic, he pulls out, cursing.
“Jesus, Mia. Your mouth,” Connor growls, ripping the ties from my arms and lifting me onto the bed. “On your knees.”
Powerful men aren’t new to me, but Connor handles me like I’m a doll. A sex doll. Those big hands grip my hips and tug me against his groin. Then he moves us back up the bed, close to the headboard. I hear the rip of foil and snap of rubber, then he slaps my ass.
“Ow,” I cry out. “Sir.”
As inow, that feels amazing, and I shouldn’t like it, but I do.
“Good girl. So fucking hot and wet. Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes, sir. God, yes, please.”
I feel pathetic but don’t care, desperate for him to fill me. I’m never going to forget this night for as long as I live.
Holy shit. Connor Barrett is about to fuck me.
“You came so big, Mia. I’m going to slip right in this pretty cunt of yours,” Connor says. “Ass in the air.”
He slaps me again, and I’m throbbing. I may have come, but I need to feel this man inside me, like it’s the last thing on earth I must do before I die.
“I’m going hard.” Connor slips the head in. “Deep,” he says, pressing in further. “Filling you,” and further, “and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”
His groans join mine, his body slapping against my ass as he begins to thrust. Then he slams in harder and faster.
Then again.
Then again.
“Fuck, God,” I cry, the feel of his cock against the walls of my pussy the most intensively erotic sensation of my life. I grip the sheets in my hands, my head slightly tilted, and pant out my curses.
Connor lifts my body and directs my hands up. “Palms on the wall. That’s it. Such a good girl. My cock loves being in your pussy.”
Why do I love hearing that so much?
He repositions us and resumes his thrusting, his fingers finding my clit once more. God, I want him to keep doing that forever.
