He grinned.
My stomach flipped nervously inside me.
He grabbed the pillow off the cot and tossed it on t
he floor next to the bed.
“On your knees. You’re going to clean off my cock since you’ve left it so dirty, little girl,” he growled. I shivered, unable to keep my arousal from surfacing once more. I didn’t understand it, but it was no longer important.
I obeyed.
I pushed myself up on shaking limbs, trying my best not to fall over and he gripped my forearm gently to help me climb off the bed. His touch was soft but steady and exactly what I needed in that moment. It was comforting.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I carefully lowered myself to the floor. One knee and then the other until I turned my head up to look at his face and the monster that was his cock. It was already hard again, even though he’d come once already. I licked my lips, unable to keep myself from imagining the sweet and salty taste of his masculinity. I didn’t wait for him to tell me to begin because I knew that he expected me to. At first, I moved a bit hesitantly, using my hand to steady myself on his thigh.
I could feel the slickness of our combined fluids dripping down my legs. It felt so dirty and wrong and utterly filthy, but I didn’t care. Between the two of us, everything was as it was meant to be. I was meant to be Vane’s and he was meant to be mine.
I felt myself growing aroused once more.
I opened my mouth and tentatively pushed my tongue in between my lips, dragging it along his length from the base of his cock all the way to the ridge surrounding the head. His skin was a silky-smooth texture and I leaned in more boldly, putting more confidence into my movements as I went on.
I was rewarded with his soft groan of pleasure.
Next, I opened my mouth wider and pressed my lips around the head of his cock. He allowed my tentativeness for several more moments while I worked my mouth up and down his length. I took him deeper into my throat until he decided to take back control, once and for all.
“Such a pretty little human with my cock deep in her mouth,” he said firmly, and I gasped as his fingers dove into the back of my head, curling tight into my scalp. He wrenched my head back by my hair and I cried out around his cock, the sound muffled shamefully by his thick girth. He pushed his length in deeper than I had taken him, and I gagged for a moment until I forced myself to calm for him.
He started to fuck my throat and at first, I panicked, but I focused on the harshness of his fingers at the back of my head instead. Finally, I was able to open my throat for him and time my breath with his movements.
I did everything I could to clean myself off of him, all while I felt his seed dripping from my pussy. It was thick and warm, and I liked how it made me feel as though he’d marked me, just in a way very much different from the strap.
I suckled him harder, trying to show him that I wanted to please him.
His fingertips tightened in my hair and I knew that I had.
“That’s it. Clean your mess off my cock,” he murmured, and my pussy tightened in excitement. I swirled my tongue around his length, tasting the sweet musk of my own arousal all over him. I was thorough and made sure to get as much of it as I could.
The more I cleansed him, the harder he became against my tongue.
Then I started to grow nervous. He’d promised to fuck one last place tonight. He’d taken both my pussy and my mouth before, but he’d never used my ass. I could feel a tenseness growing under my skin and I tried to push it away. I was nervous and my bottom clenched reflexively in anticipation.
I sucked him harder. Maybe I’d make him come and he’d forget.
I knew better though. He’d never forget, especially if he promised me something beforehand. Vane was always a man of his word.
Which meant that my naughtiest hole would soon receive his full attention.
He was quiet for a while, enjoying my efforts to cleanse his cock of my arousal. Then he stared down at me as his hips stilled.
“Ask me to take your little virgin bottom hole. Ask me to fuck it with my cock still in your mouth,” he demanded.
My breath rushed out of my lungs.
This wasn’t the first time he’d asked me to speak with my mouth still full of his length and I knew it wasn’t likely to be the last. I squirmed before him, feeling myself grow wet again at the thought.
“Please, sir,” I began, hearing the shamefully muffled sound of my own voice gagged by his cock.
He leaned forward and gripped one of my nipples in his fingertips in warning. He twisted it hard and I cried out around his cock, trying to quell the rising stem of pain as it cascaded across my chest.