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She dropped to her knees and felt the gravelly ground dig into the tender flesh of her unprotected knees. The thick jut of his cock was right in her face, the slick tip begging to be sucked, to be cleaned off.
She tilted her head back and looked up at him.
“Hands, baby. Put your hands behind your back and suck my cock like you need it to survive.”
She brought her hands behind her back and clasped her fingers together, her palms sweaty, her fingers shaking. Her whole body started to tense.
The way he looked down at her, how he ran his fingers along the edge of her face tracing her cheekbones and chin, and moving lower to open her mouth with the digit and slip it inside, had her pussy clenching down harder.
It was like he could see right into her, like he knew what she was feeling, thinking. It was like Mayhem knew what she wanted, and he’d give it all to her until she was suffocating from it.
He was wrong for her, so very wrong, but even though she knew that, here she was doing this shit anyway, and not because he paid her but because she wanted to.
He took himself in hand again, stroked his cock from root to tip, and then brought the head to her mouth. “You want my dick, don’t you?”
She nodded, being the whore he wanted, the sultry seductress he craved.
“You want to suck me off until I fill your mouth with my cum. Make you gag on all my seed.”
Damn, he had a filthy mouth.
The tip brushed against her lips, and he commanded her to open with that small touch. In this dirty alley behind his club where anyone could see them, Butters closed her eyes, breathed out through her nose, and got ready to suck his dick like a pro.
She’d make him know with this one act that, even if he thought he had power, she held quite a bit of her own.
She used gentle pressure at first, dragged her teeth along his length on the upstroke and then used a hard suction on the down stroke.
She used her tongue to tease the crowned head, the piercings that adorned him, and ran the muscle back down the thick vein that ran on the underside.
He groaned and grunted and gripped her hair as he steadied her and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. His actions spurred her on until she was bobbing her head because she wanted his cum in her mouth and down her throat.
He may have her on her knees submitting before him, but at this moment with his cock in her mouth, she held the power.
His hands were tangled in her hair, keeping her head immobilized as he slowly thrust his hips in and out of her mouth. “That’s it, Butters. God, you’re such a good fucking girl.” She lifted her eyes, her mouth still wrapped around his dick.
His head was downcast, his eyes half-lidded and completely focused on her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair to the point of pain, but she loved that. Humming around him, she sucked with more enthusiasm.
“Yes,” he hissed right before he buried his shaft all the way in her mouth, his cockhead hitting the back of her throat and gagging her. He groaned after that happened, her eyes watering but her pussy wet because she was so turned on.
His balls rested against her chin, and with one guttural sound, he came. His cum spilled down her throat, and she greedily swallowed it all.
When he pulled his softening cock from her lips, neither of them moved for several long seconds.
He gripped her arms and helped her to stand, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her hard.
He pulled back only long enough to say against her lips, “I need you in my bed and my cock buried in your tight, little cunt, Butters.”
Chapter
Fourteen
Butters was honestly in a hazy cloud and didn’t even know how they’d made it back to Mayhem’s place as quickly as they did. It was all a blur of colors and shapes, her mind processing everything at a mile a minute, and nothing made sense.
She was pretty buzzed still and felt that last guzzle of whiskey intoxicate her more. The weed combated it slightly but for right now she was in this foggy, pleasure-filled haze.
Or maybe it’s because Mayhem got you off harder with just his mouth than you’ve ever come before?
“I want you in my room, lying in the center of the bed, and naked for me, Butters,” Mayhem said with this commanding voice. She was standing by the door, her hands flat on it, and the remembrance of just earlier that day, when he’d been so close she had thought about being the one to kiss him, consumed her mind.
