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He flicks his eyes up to meet mine. "Did I ask for permission? You're tied to my bed. I can do whatever the fuck I want to this perfect body. You can't stop me, Dilemma. All you can do is take it like the good little cockwhore you are."
That mouth is going to destroy me in the best way possible. I love every filthy, twisted word he speaks.
He inches up my body. I expect him to stop by my breasts, but he doesn't. He keeps going until his cock is inches from my mouth. I eagerly open it.
"You think you're going to get that mouth on me?" He chuckles. "Hell no, Dilemma. I'm not fucking that throat tonight. The first time I'm in you, it'll be that cunt. Spit on it."
"W-what?" I ask, my mind too clouded with lust too keep up. Too disappointed that he isn't going to let me taste him. I want him in my mouth.
He inches closer, until the head of his cock is right at my lips. "I said spit on it."
If I were a good girl, I'd do what he said. I'd give him what he wants. But I don't feel like playing by his rules. And we both know he doesn't really want me to play by them anyway.
I tip my head forward, pulling the head of his cock into my mouth.
"Fuck!" he shouts as I plunge down as far as I can.
From this angle, I don't manage to take much, but it's enough to get the job done. Beads of precum land against my tongue—salty and tangy. I groan, swallowing them down.
He roars like a wild beast, vibrating on top of me.
I wrap my lips around him, sucking.
"You're in so much fucking trouble," he growls, shoving his hand into my hair. He grips it tight, holding my head in place.His eyes glitter with desire, so dark they're nearly black. He pumps his hips, fucking my mouth.
I moan around him as his cock glides along my tongue, hitting the back of my throat before he immediately pulls back. He moves fast, using my mouth for his own pleasure. With his hands in my hair, my hands tied to the bed, and him straddling me, I can't do anything except take it.
I do, over and over again as he grunts and curses. One minute, I'm his favorite little toy. The next, I'm a filthy little slut. Every word he says drives me higher. I love it so much, it's almost terrifying. Is sex supposed to feel this good? Am I supposed to love it this much?
It does and I do. If that's wrong, so be it. I'll gladly burn if that's what's required. Whatever it takes to keep feeling like this.
He rips himself out of my mouth as suddenly as I pulled him into it, leaving me crying out in loss. His hand leaves my hair as he inches down my body.
"That should do it," he mutters.
"Bronx," I sob.
"I told you I was fucking these tits, Dilemma," he says, pushing them together as he gets into position. "You didn't change the plan. You only changed the way we got my dick nice and slippery. So lay there like a good little cockwhore and behave."
"I want to come!" I cry.
"Too fucking bad." He pushes his dick between my breasts, groaning. "Ah, goddamn, beautiful. That feels incredible."
I'm not going to tell him, but it looks incredible.Helooks incredible. His eyes are on fire, his cheeks flushed. He pumps his hips, pushing his cock back and forth through the small space he's created between my boobs. Another groan rumbles from his lips, his stomach muscles rigid as he moves.
"Christ, these tits," he groans. "I'm never going to get another goddamn thing done again. I'm going to spend every fuckingminute of the day thinking about you tied to my bed, letting me do this to you."
I've never understood the fascination with porn until this moment. But if I could watch this forever, I think I would. He's beautiful in his desire, fierce in his pleasure. He takes what he wants, says what he wants, and somehow manages to make me feel like the most desired woman in the world in the process.
He pumps his hips again and again, driving himself crazy. But he doesn't let himself get off. He takes himself right to the edge, playing with fire. And then drags himself off me.
I shout as he dives between my legs, pushing them up toward my chest. His hand comes down on my center in a light smack. I barely have time to process the shard of pleasure shooting through me before he's attacking me with his mouth. He's everywhere all at once, eating both holes.
"Both of these belong to me," he says, lifting his head to look at me. "I'll eat them when I want, where I want, how I want." He spits on my back entrance, pressing his thumb against it.
I writhe, caught tight in a net of ecstasy. God, that shouldn't feel as good as it does. Pain shouldn't feel good. Yet the pressure only drives me higher. He watches my face intently as he pushes firmly, slowly sinking his thumb into me. Once it's in, he keeps it there for a long moment, letting me get used to the feeling.
"You like that, Dilemma?"
