Pulled her limp body up.
Her knees hit the floor.
“Open your mouth.”
She looked up at me from between my legs, dazed, teary, ruined.
But her lips parted.
My c**k hit the back of her throat and she stayed there.
Stayed choking.
Stayed drooling.
Stayed staring up at me like she loved the burn.
Like the gag reflex was just another form of worship.
Her hands gripped my thighs, nails sinking into the muscle as I held her head and slowly f****d her mouth.
Not too fast.
Not yet.
Just enough to make her feel the weight of it. The stretch. The punishment.
I groaned low.
Watching her lips stretch around the base, her mascara smudged from earlier tears, her jaw starting to tremble.
“Good girl,”
I whispered, voice ragged.
“Suck Daddy’s c**k like the perfect little cumslut you are.”
She moaned around it. f*****g moaned.
And the vibrations made my balls ache.
Made my hips jerk forward.
Made me shove deeper.
All the way in.
Balls pressed against her chin.
Nose buried in my skin.
She choked.
Coughed.
Saliva flooded her lips, but she didn’t pull back. Didn’t try to stop. She took it. Her throat spasming around my shaft like it wanted to memorize the shape.
I held her there.
Watched her struggle.
Watched the tears fall and the drool bubble at the corners of her mouth as she fought to breathe around the thick length f*****g her face.
Then I pulled back.
Let her gasp.
Just for a second.
Then I shoved back in.
“Take it,”
I growled.
“Every inch. Every f*****g inch. Don’t run from it.”
Forbidden Affam
She whimpered, already wrecked, already shaking.
But she did it.
She took it again.
Her lips glistened with spit. Her tongue flicked under the head. Her throat flexed when I sank deeper, f*****g slow and brutal into the tight heat of her mouth like it was a p***y.
And that mouth?
God, that mouth was a f*****g dream.
Soft.
Hot.
Willing.
Addicted.
She worshipped my c**k with her tongue, her lips, her throat. Every gag was a prayer. Every moan was a thank you. Every spit-slicked stroke of her mouth made my control crack.
I tangled my fingers in her hair.
Fisted it. f****d her harder.
Faster.
Ragged breaths tore from my chest as her eyes fluttered, her moans turned to gurgles, and her face twisted in overstimulated pain-laced bliss.
“You’re Daddy’s fucktoy now,”
I hissed, slamming in again.
She sobbed around it.
But she didn’t stop.
She sucked like it gave her purpose.
Like she wanted nothing more than to be used like this.
“f*****g hell,”
I groaned, hips snapping.
“You’re gonna swallow every last drop, you hear me?”
She nodded.
Mouth full.
Eyes glassy.
Tears streaming.
But her tongue never stopped.
Her lips never loosened.
Her head moved with me, matching the rhythm as I grunted, cursed, and lost the last shred of control I had left.
Forbidden Alfai
Then I felt it.
The burn.
The pulse.
The climax dragging up my spine like lightning.
I yanked her head down. Buried my c**k to the hilt.
And came.
Hard.
Oh f**k!! I came hard!.
Hot ropes of c*m flooded her throat.
She choked once.
Then swallowed.
Swallowed again.
Mouth still wrapped tight. Lips trembling. Her hands clenched on my thighs.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.