“Fuck,” I hiss, tightening my grip in her hair. “Look at you, taking my dick like you were made for it.”
She moans around me, the vibration making my thighs tense. Her mouth is hot and wet, and she’s taking me deeper with each bob of her head.
“That’s right,” I murmur, guiding her movements with my hand in her hair. “Suck it like you mean it.”
Her eyes flutter closed as she surrenders to it, letting instinct take over. Saliva drips down her chin as she works me, messy and eager. The sight of her on her knees, my property hanging off her shoulders, my cock disappearing between those perfect lips—it’s enough to make me lose my fucking mind.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” I tell her, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder. “Born to take me, weren’t you?”
She whimpers around me, her hand stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth. I guide her head faster, pushing her to take me deeper.
“That’s it, choke on it,” I growl, feeling the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. “Show me how much you want it.”
She gags slightly but doesn’t pull away, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as she takes me deeper.
“You like having your brother’s cock in your mouth?” I taunt, knowing the reminder of it pisses her off and turns her on despite herself. “Such a dirty unholy sinner, aren’t you?”
She whimpers, her pace increasing, and I can tell she’s getting off on the filthy words. Her eyes open to look up at me, glazed with lust, tears starting to slide down her reddened cheeks.
I grip her hair tighter, forcing her to look up at me while her mouth works my cock. The obscene sight of her lips stretched around me, tears streaming down her face as she gags—it’s a fucking religious experience. My personal communion.
“That’s it,” I growl, rolling my hips forward. “Worship properly. This is your altar now.”
She moans around my length, the vibration making my balls tighten. I can see the conflict in her eyes—the shame warring with desire, the hatred fighting with need. It only makes me harder.
“You think Society rituals are sacred?” I laugh darkly, pulling her off my cock by her hair, letting her gasp for air. “This is the real ceremony, Little Sinner. On your knees before your god.”
Saliva connects her swollen lips to the head of my cock in a glistening strand. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath,mascara running down her cheeks in black rivulets. She looks absolutely fucking wrecked, and we’re just getting started.
“Tell me you want it,” I command, slapping my cock against her cheek, leaving a wet mark. “Beg for absolution.”
“Fuck you,” she whispers, but her tongue darts out to lick the head when I bring it close to her mouth again.
“Wrong answer.” I tighten my grip on her hair. “Try again.”
She closes her eyes briefly, and I can see the moment she surrenders. When she opens them again, there’s something different there—a hunger that matches my own.
“Please,” she breathes, voice hoarse. “I want it.”
I trace the head of my cock along her bottom lip. “Want what? Be specific in your prayers, Little Sinner.”
“I want your dick,” she says, the words coming easier now. “I want to taste you.”
“Better,” I nod, feeding my length back between her lips. “Now show me how much.”
She takes me deeper than before, her hands gripping my thighs for leverage as she works me with her mouth. The wet sounds of her sucking fill the library, obscene and holy at the same time. I guide her with my hand in her hair, setting a punishing pace that has her gagging and struggling to keep up.
“The Society believes in blood bonds,” I pant, feeling my release building. “But this—“ I thrust deeper, making her choke, “this is a more ancient ritual. Taking me inside you. Consuming me.”
Her eyes roll back slightly as I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxes, taking me impossibly deeper.
“That’s it,” I groan, feeling my control slipping. “Take your communion. Every. Last. Drop.”
My balls tighten as her throat constricts around my cock, and fuck, I’m right there on the edge.
“I’m going to fucking come,” I growl, holding her head steady as I thrust deeper. “Swallow it all like the good little cocksucker you are.”
I feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, that white-hot feeling twisting tighter until it snaps.
