Everett is proving to herself that she can be used, and she is challenging me to see if I turn her down. Never. I’ll prove to my girl that she’s enough.
Getting off the bed, I grab her shoulders and pull her over to the edge, hanging her head off the side. She looks up at me, and I smile down at her, my tatted knuckles gently pushing her hair off her face to get it out of the way. “You wanted me to fuck your face, right?”
She licks her parted lips, still trying to catch her breath. I grab my dick and smear her cum along her cheek. “Lick it clean, angel.”
She sticks her tongue out, and I rub the tip along it, letting her taste herself.
“That’s it,” I groan, wanting to come. I had to hold off from doing it inside her cunt. She woke me up wanting me to fuck her face, and my girl gets what she wants.
I just wish we were at my house where I have more toys. I’d fill that ass with a plug and put a collar around her neck while I have her kneeling at my feet, begging for it.
Opening her mouth, I push my cock into it, loving the way her hips buck on the bed. “All the way, angel. I want to see you swallow it.”
Her legs fall open, and I can see her slick thighs. My hands grip her legs, spreading them wide open. My cock vibrates from her whimper, and I slap her pussy, making her jump. “Keep sucking,” I order, pulling my cock free of her mouth, giving her a second to suck in a deep breath before slowly pushing it back down her throat.
She shudders and the sound of her gagging fills the room. This is my go-to angle when I’m fucking her mouth. It allows me to go deep, and it gives her little ability to fight. Her head is between my thighs, her arms restrained underneath her. She has no leverage to get away from how I want her to take my cock.
And I know my angel loves it.
I pull out and she sucks in a ragged breath. I take my cock and rub it across her face, smearing her cum and drool. “Gorgeous.”
“Kash—”
“Pull your knees to your chest,” I order, interrupting her.
She does as she’s told and bends her knees, putting her legs together.
I wrap my right arm around her shaking legs behind her knees and pull them toward me. It lifts her ass and lower back up off the bed, tiltingher more off the edge. She gasps, and I feel her stiffen, trying to catch herself.
“I got you,” I assure her. “Just lie back and relax. You’ll take what I give you. Understand?”
“Yes sir,” she answers before opening her mouth like the good girl she is for me.
Sliding my hard cock back between her pouty lips, I slowly feel the back of her throat stretch for me, causing her to gag once more. She’s getting better at taking my dick, but I like the sound and the way her body bucks when she gags on it.
My arm holds her legs in place while my free one reaches around and plays with her soaked cunt. She moans around my cock before I pull my hips back. I slide it back in before she can get in a breath and love that she sticks her tongue out for me, letting me get even deeper.
“Goddamn,” I whisper, pushing two fingers into her pussy. She tries to rock her body for more, but I’ve got her locked in place.
Pulling out, she gasps and spits on her face before I shove it back in. “Leave it open,” I demand. “I’m going to come on that pretty face of yours.”
My hips move back and forth with a quick pace. The sound of my heavy breathing fills the room along with her gagging. I remove my fingers from her cunt, and her body slumps in protest. “This is about me, angel,” I remind her. “You wanted me to fuck you.”
I move my hands to grip her ankles, holding her legs in place—bent at an angle and against her chest while I watch my cock fuck her face. The bulging outline of my dick sliding down her throat has my balls tightening. “Such a pretty sight.” I want her to know how pretty she looks. “My dirty angel letting me use her.”
Shoving my cock down her throat one last time, I hold it longer than usual, and she pushes her hips up in the air, her body fighting to breathe.
I don’t give her a warning when I pull out, grip my dick, and come all over her face.
We’re lying in bed with the TV on, but the volume is low. After I came on her face, I cleaned her off, and we crawled back into bed, both satisfied for now.
She’s insatiable. I give it an hour before she wants me to fuck her again. To remind her who owns her.
I’m on my side and she’s on her back, eyes closed, but I know she’s not asleep. My hand rests on her chest, feeling the slow rhythm of her heart beating. I run it down over her stomach and to her hips. My eyes stay on her face as I touch her butterfly tattoo. Her eyes spring open and instantly find mine. She said that Cross gave it to her while she was in Las Vegas. She hasn’t toldme, but it’s easy to assume it was to cover up the 111 carved into her hip that I saw on theIsabellathat night.
“Why a butterfly?” I ask with her eyes still on mine.
“It’s stupid,” she whispers.
