Summer
Watching him come undone is the most incredible sight I’ve ever witnessed; his facial expression holds so much passion it’s hard to describe. Exhilaration, euphoria, awe … and finally relief.
If I could bottle up the look of pure wonderment on his face as he comes down from his orgasm, I would. I’d never sell it, though. Not how I’ve sold my body. Never.
No, this look deserves to be treasured.
He pulls out of my pussy, and I wince while he smirks down at his cum and my juices blended together.
“You dirtied my cock up, little girl.” His gaze drifts up to mine, but he doesn’t look the least bit annoyed. If anything, he looks thrilled. “Feel it, feel your ruined pussy.” He guides my hand to my swollen pussy. It’s wet and tender to the touch. “Can you feel how wet you are?”
I nod frantically and stroke over my aching clit, still waiting for the orgasm that seems to have edged away with his brutal fucking.
“Paint my lips with your blood, sweetheart. Paint them and make me yours too.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. Does he mean? My eyes widen, and my hand trembles as he lowers himself toward me.
When my fingers touch his lips, the sight of my blood combined with his cum has my pussy clenching in desperation.
“Please,” I beg. His tongue darts out over his lip, and I swear something inside me gushes at the action.
Holy shit, he’s tasting us. He closes his eyes and rolls his lips, dragging the sticky, bloody substance into his mouth and savoring our taste.
Holy hell.
He groans, then snaps his eyes open.
“Fuck, we taste good. Your innocence on my tongue has truly released the sinner inside me.” His smile turns into a salacious grin, then, without warning, he pulls back and flips me over.
“I suggest you rub your little cunt, sweetheart. I’m about to take your ass, and if breaking your pussy in made you cry, this is going to make you scream. ”
I’m stunned to silence, but he positions me onto my knees, and I move my hand quickly, rubbing over my aching bud with vigor, determined to get the feeling back he drew out of me with the swipe of his filthy tongue.
He chuckles as if knowing my thoughts, then grabs hold of my braid and wraps it around his fist like a rein.
The swipe of his wet cock up and down the crack of my ass has me rubbing my clit faster and faster.
“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard, sweetheart.
” His words send a shiver of expectation through me.
This is going to hurt, but I welcome it.
After all, I agreed to being someone’s whore on my application form; this is what’s expected of me.
What I never considered was being so attracted to the man who would take my innocence and pour gasoline on it, burning it to the ground, and the flames roar with an overwhelming fireball of indulgence.