Page 64 of The More I Hate


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I pulled her by the hand toward my office, slammed the door behind her and threw her down on my desk.

She looked up at me as she scrambled to her knees, stunned and afraid, and damn if that didn’t turn me the fuck on.

I had to control myself. I had to make her earn it.

She needed to be eye level with my cock. I climbed up and stood on the desk as I reached down and slowly unzipped my pants. My dick was so hard that I was sure it looked painful; hard and long, the purple head slick with precum.

Amelia stared at it, and for a moment, she didn’t look afraid.

She looked interested.

Fisting her hair, I wrenched her forward. She slid on her knees over my desk’s slick surface until her lips were only inches from my cock.

She gasped, trying to pull back, but my grip on her hair held her in place.

“Open your mouth,” I growled.

She shook her head, but I refused to relent. “I don’t do this. I’m not this type of girl.”

Her breath was hot on my sensitive skin, and I couldn’t fucking wait for her to open those pretty lips to let me in.

“Suck me off, Amelia,” I ordered harshly.

She shook her head again, the tension in her jaw visible as she stiffened.

“Open your fucking mouth,” I growled, “or I’ll pry it open.”

She watched me, gasping, wide-eyed and afraid.

Taking advantage, I pushed between her open lips. The head of my cock brushed against her tongue. Placing firm pressure against the back of her head, I pushed her mouth further down on my length, watching her lips stretch around my girth.

“Don’t forget the balls,” I told her.

She looked up at me with her big, doe eyes and, after a slight hesitation, slid her mouth off my shaft and opened her lips wider, taking in both of my balls. Slowly, she began to mouth them, rolling them over her tongue before returning to bob on my shaft.

I grunted and grabbed her head, guiding her as I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her mouth around me. She was inexperienced but eager and learning quickly.

Her slow, tentative tongue drove me fucking crazy.

I needed to feel her… needed to feel her throat.

“Deeper.”

She took my dick as far as she could, before gagging.

I let her recover then brought her up and down a little faster this time.

She got the idea, clearly warming up to it.

I shifted my hips back, sliding out, and she whimpered. Giving her what she secretly craved, I pressed my cock against her lips again and ordered her to open wider.

She let out a little sigh and parted her lips.

“Good girl,” I praised.

I leaned back, allowing her to take me in as far as she could handle. Then I pushed her past her limits.

She resisted at first, but I pressed my cock all the way to the back of her throat.

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