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"Take my cock. Take all of it. I feel you squeezing around me. You want to come on this cock, don't you?"
"Yes!" I cry out.
"But you need more?"
"Yes." I don't know what. A few more strokes. More pressure against my throat, even though I'm already feeling my pulse thrumming from how tight he's gripping it. More. More. More. My body is demanding it.
"I'll give you more."
He leans over me, and I shiver at the feeling of his tongue licking up his spine, taking me that much closer to where I need to be. Then his finger is at my clit, rubbing it, working me to the point that my eyes are closing with the tension building.
"Yes, yes. Right there." So close. So fucking close.
But then his finger is gone, and a groan of pure frustration leaves me.
He just chuckles, slowing down his strokes as he says, "Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of my whore."
That finger, wet from being on my clit, is at my asshole. A sharp breath escapes me as I wait for him to go beyond the pressure he's putting there, but he's still. I realize his stillness is asking for permission.
"Please, Law," I beg as I push back into him, and his finger.
And the next moment, he's sliding his finger in, at the same time that he slowly thrusts into me. A long moan leaves me, the feeling of his cock filling me, his finger stretching me almostoverwhelming. Almost. He begins thrusting both of them into me faster, harder, and my orgasm is right there, barely out of my reach. It's when his hand tightens on my throat as he slams his cock and finger deep into me that I come.
"Don't stop, Law. Please don't stop. Don't stop."
"Come on my cock like you're my whore," he pants. "Fuck your ass on my finger. Let me feel you yelling my name against my hand."
He starts fucking me incredibly faster, and I do yell, his name, curses, and eventually for mercy, because it feels like my body cannot take another second. He still fucks me anyway, his cock and finger filling me, making me gasp and moan until he's suddenly slipping both out of me. His hand releases my throat, and I instantly feel so empty, so in need of his touch again. But I stay bent over, my legs trembling, chest heaving, arms too shaky to lift myself. I don't even know how I held myself up all this time now that I'm noticing how weak they feel.
"You had me in your pussy. Now come take me in your mouth."
I look over my shoulder, into the bedroom I haven't seen yet, and find Law sitting in the bed, back against the headboard, hand stroking his cock. Waiting for me. I raise, taking a needed deep breath as I turn around. Law licks his lips while I walk over to him. When I reach the side of the bed, I begin to climb on, but his hand on my arm stops me. Eyes locked on mine, he leans forward and extends his hand to slide two fingers through my pussy. I shudder when they touch my overly sensitive clit. His fingers leave me, and as he sits back, his hand goes to his cock. I watch as he wipes my cum and wetness all over himself. Why does it turn me on so much to know I'll be tasting myself on him?
"Suck my cock like you want every drop of my cum down your throat."
I swallow, climbing onto the bed, over his legs to settle between his thighs. God, his cock is beautiful. Heat rushes through me just remembering the way his cock made my jaw ache last time I had him in my mouth. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I lean forward and lick around the tip. His low groan meets my ears as I go lower, getting the first taste of myself. I moan around him and feel his thighs twitch under my hands. I run the tip of my tongue up the underside of his cock as I raise my head, then slowly swipe it from side to side as I lower again. I speed up, bobbing my head on him, then slow down to circle my tongue around the tip a few times.
"Yeah. Work that tongue on me like my good whore."
I suck harder, flicking my tongue against where the vein on his cock meets his tip once I realize each time I do it makes him jump in my mouth.
"Shit, Sophie."
I smile around him, loving how close to the edge I can feel he is.
"Are you smiling on me? Your mouth must not be full enough, then."
His hand is in my hair the next second, pushing my head down until his cock is so far in my mouth that I feel like I can't breathe.
"There we go. Now your mouth is full of my cock. Swallow it."
I do. I swallow, and feel my throat constrict around the tip of his cock.
"Yes." He groans low and long.
Tears come to my eyes, my throat screams for mercy, but God, I love it all. His hand holding my hair so roughly, it hurts. His cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Every single time his cock hits the back of my throat, he makes me take more.
"I'm about to come." He pants, his hand twisting my hair in his grip, moving my head up and down quicker on him. "Don't you dare let a single drop out of your mouth."
