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I unzip my pants to relieve some of the pressure on my aching dick. Tilting my head back, I order, “Scoot back and sit on my face.”
She doesn’t move, her breath catching. I wait for her to obey and growl when she doesn’t. Hurriedly, she tries to explain, “I can’t sit on your face. I’m too…” She stops, no doubt remembering what I said earlier.
My hands reach up and grab hold of her thighs, yanking her down toward me. “What did I say? Not another negative word.” I growl, my breath ghosting against her folds. My mouth salivates, needing to taste her again. “Bad girl.” I rumble before taking her pussy with my mouth.
My tongue plunges inside and I groan at the flavor exploding on my taste buds. Dragging my tongue out and up, I circle her clit. She moans, wriggling above me.
Taking her swollen bud between my teeth, I bite down. A scream erupts from her in response, her body tensing even after I release her. Soothing the sting with my tongue, I pull back. “Not another word.” I warn.
She whimpers her agreement.
“Now,” I command. “Sit. On. My. Face.”
Avamarie hesitates briefly before dropping her hips and doing just that. I moan as I get a face full of her, smothering me in the best possible way.
The moment she presses down against my face, I devour her. Nipping, sucking, and licking. I’m a starved man that only her pussy can sustain.
Every movement of my tongue and jaw pulls another sound of pleasure from her. My cock screams for attention as her increasing noises send jolts of desire through my body. Unable to fight against the need, I release one of her thighs and roughly shove down my underwear. Lifting my hips, I work my pants and boxers off one leg, allowing for more room as I fist my cock.
Plunging my tongue into her pussy, I twist my wrist around my shaft in time with the movements of my tongue. My mind envisions my cock in place of my tongue, thrusting in and out of her. My hips jerk, moving in time with my hand.
We both groan, lost in each other’s and our own pleasure. Her breaths become pants and soft curses leave her lips as she grows closer to another release. My own builds low in my pelvis. I speed up my strokes, suddenly desperate to finish with her.
Her legs tremble above me and I pull her down farther onto my face, suffocating myself. My hand moves in almost brutal strokes and I feel my balls draw up. Moving my other hand from her leg, I slide a finger along her arousal on her thighs. Coating the digit, I slip it up her backside and push it into her ass.
Just like the last time, the increased pressure sends her careening off the edge, screaming her orgasm. Mine rips through my body, hot spurts of cum landing on my exposed stomach and shirt where it hadn’t ridden up.
When my lungs’ screams for air can no longer be ignored, I release my dick and her ass, gripping her thighs and helping her rise up. I slide out from under her, tucking my softened dick back into my pants.
Avamarie lies back in the chair, panting for breath.
My eyes rake over her body, the hunger still not satisfied. Meeting her spent gaze, I pose, “So, about that birth control.”
Chapter 17
Avamarie
Criminal behaviors typically stem from an individual who experienced ACEs.
True or false?
I circle true and move to the next question on the quiz. I should feel more confident about this test but my attention has been distracted by Killian.
After our experience together in his office, he has satisfied my body in ways I never imagined. Never with his cock, no matter how much I beg him to fuck me. And beg I did.
I might have tried to convince myself that things wouldn’t get physical but I’ve never been great at impulse control. And after the way that man had me seeing stars with just his mouth and fingers. Whew. There was no going back.
Still, I wish he’d at least use a condom or something so we could have proper sex. After all, the only time I’ve gotten to feel his cock in me was at the same time he was killing me. I need to know if it’s really that good every time or if it was some weird death induced pleasure that heightened the sensations.
Pulling my thoughts away from my sex life, I return my attention to the test in front of me.
Can someone with a repeated criminal record be successfully re-entered into society? Explain your reasoning in your answer.
I reread the question and my mind travels back to Killian again.
While I haven’t outright asked what he does, I know it’s not exactly legal, if the late whispered phone calls and cagey way he dodges any questions whenever it’s brought up are any indicator.
Absentmindedly chewing on the pen, a bad habit I’ve had since I was a child, I read the question again.
