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Fuck it.

I pull her top down towards the base of her neck with one hand, exposing her perky nipples.

“You want this?” I ask through gritted teeth.

I can’t bear another second of looking at this perfect woman and not claiming her in some way.

“Fuck my throat, Xander.” Her voice is all sex, smoke, and confidence.

Her hand momentarily disconnects from my dick as I pull the t-shirt off her, but she grips me again within milliseconds.

I look down at her as her tongue darts out and licks up the length, causing tiny hairs on my body to stand up. Her hot mouth wraps around the tip of my cock, which is already leaking pre-cum just from having her shaking on my hand from her orgasm.

I’d love nothing more than to shove my cock into that tiny little throat of hers, but I want her to have the control here, even though my muscles are itching with impatience.

It’s clear—from everything she’s opened up to me about so far—that she never had control with the little fucker on my hit list. But I need her to open up to me. I can’t help her if she doesn’t. I can’t think of the appropriate way to kill Luke if she doesn’t.

She moans around my length as I slide inch by inch inside her mouth, the vibrations sending shockwaves into me.

Stretching my hand, I slap it gently across one of her breasts, which causes her to make a humming noise in her throat.

“Did you enjoy my fingers fucking you while you were teeming with fear?” I ask, massaging the sting of my slap away, pinching her nipple in the process.

She hums in response.

“Is that what you want? To be chased and fucked?” I murmur. Her heart starts its erratic rhythm beneath my hand, and it already tells me everything I need to know.

Her hand drifts towards her pussy, and I slap her breast again, which causes her to flinch her hand away.

“Answer my question first.”

I pull out of her throat, my dick twitching at the tightness. Her hand starts a slow stroking motion over my cock.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I want you to chase me and fuck me.” Her hand makes its way to her pants again. My little Angel wants to explore a kink, and I’m more than happy to oblige her. But we have time. Tonight, I want her to enjoy the pleasure without fear.

“Spread your legs.”

She does as I demand, those gently muscled legs spreading before me.

“Open your mouth.”

Her lips part, and I slip the tip into her warm mouth.

“Touch yourself.”

Her fingers immediately start rubbing small circles, and she moans.

I take my time sliding in, letting her adjust to the size of me.

My cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags but recovers quickly, breathing deeply through her nose.

“Good girl,” I praise, stroking her face gently with my thumb.

Sliding further in, a groan pulls from me as my cock breaks through the barrier of her throat, expanding the tiny column as she adjusts around me.

“You’re such a good girl taking all of me.”

Her hand movements quicken. She struggles to moan around me. My eyes flick down to her face, where tears streak down her temples as I slide in and out of her slowly. It's a sight to behold. If I go any faster, I won’t last.