Page 174 of Adam
He shoves his fingers into my mouth, coated in our mess, forcing me to taste the filth he dragged out of me. Then he yanks me back by the jaw, arching me until my spine crashes against his chest.
“This is all you are now,” he growls against my ear. “A hole for my cock and a mind I own. You come when I say. You breathe if I let you.” I moan, my body still jerking from pleasure. “And you’ll fucking thank me for every second I use you.”
Then he pulls out and pushes me forward.
I cry out behind the gag, startled, aching at the sudden emptiness.
No …
“You think this is over?” he pants, voice cracked. “Not yet. I want to see that pretty mouth gagging on my cock first.”
He crouches, one hand slapping my ass hard enough to make my legs jerk. “Down,” he snaps. “Lie down.”
I’m still bound, wrists pulled above me, body slumped flat in the dirt. He unhooks the gag with one sharp tug and yanks me down like a puppet.
His pupils are blown wide. His lips are curled. He’s beyond gone.
But so am I.
“I dragged you down and made you love it,” he says, dragging the tip of his cock across my cheek, smearing himself on my skin.
I lick my lips. “Yes.”
“Sweet little fuck-doll. Still hungry. Still mine.”
I moan, tongue slipping out on instinct. He grins.
“That’s it. Open up.”
He straddles my chest, his knees pinning down my arms, his cock already leaking.
He slides into my mouth as his hand grips my jaw tight, holding my head still while he fucks my face with deep, sloppy thrusts.
“You’re not getting out of this until I fucking drown you.”
He fists my hair with one hand and uses the other to shove his cock down my throat in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he growls, hips snapping harder. “Swallow me or drown in it. I don’t give a fuck.”
My eyes water, spit pooling out the sides of my lips. He doesn’t stop. He wants the mess. He needs it.
I gag, spit trailing down my chin, throat flexing as he drives deeper.
He’s brutal.
Obsessed.
Possessed.
“Choke on it,” he snarls, every word breaking in his throat. “Take it. Take all of it. You fucking asked for this.”
He pulls out, slaps his cock across my face, then shoves back in harder.
His hand grips my jaw tightly again as he fucks into my mouth like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
He groans, his hips grinding in slow, deep thrusts.
“You’re so filthy, and I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”
