Page 77 of Dance of Monsters


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It’s amoan, from somewhere deviant deep within me.

Vaughn groans, and I whimper around his swollen cock as he threads the fingers of both his hands through my hair. He pins my head in place against the door, his hips pumping in and out, like my mouth is a pussy.

Drool drips freely over my chin, and I whimper again when he reaches down with one hand and suddenly yanks at the top of my dress. My breasts bounce free, nipples tight and achingly hard as he continues to fuck my mouth.

“Wouldn’t want to get cum and spit all over your pretty dress like a dumb cock slut, would we?”

Jesus Christ.

It’s like the harder he goes, and the filthier his words get, the more I get turned on. My thighs shamelessly squeeze together, my pussy dripping wet as I desperately seek friction and pressure from my panties.

A knock on the door has me choking and almost jumping out of my skin.

Vaughn goes still, but keeps the head of his cock between my lips.

The knock comes again.

“Hello?” a woman calls from the other side. “Is someone in there?”

“Well, princess?” Vaughn purrs, smiling malevolently down at me. “It’s rude not to answer.”

My face heats, and I bring my hands up to push his hips away and slide his cock from my mouth.

He slaps my hands away and shakes his head even as the knock comes again.

“Answer the woman,” Vaughn purrs.

He wants me to replywith his cock still in my mouth.

“Occupied!” I call out.

It comes out more like “Awkoopaahd”. Vaughn's grip on my hair tightens.

“Pardon?” the woman calls. “Sorry, there’s a line at the other guest bathroom.”

I whimper as Vaughn thrusts roughly into my mouth. He starts to pump in and out rapidly, his huge dick ramming the back of my throat over and over and filling the powder room with the sounds of my submission.

He reaches down, and I cry out around his cock as he pinches one of my nippleshardbetween his thumb and finger, twisting it mercilessly. Heat pools between my thighs, my body shaking against the door as he fucks my face with deep, brutal strokes.

Suddenly, I’m gasping for air, looking up at him with tears and mascara and spit all dripping down my face as he pulls out. He strokes his huge, veined, bulging cock right in front of me as our eyes lock.

“Open wide, princess.”

The first spurt of cum makes me flinch as it unexpectedly jets from his head and splatters my bottom lip. The next one lands across my tongue, then my chin.

Then my mouth again.

My cheek.

The bridge of my nose.

My neck.

My breasts.

I feel so. Fucking.Powerful.

It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, and it fills my veins like liquid fire. Raw desire, femininity and sexuality explode through my body as I moan, my hands clenched on my thighs as they squeeze together.