Page 111 of Brutal
I raise my eyebrow at the term. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it, and for the life of me I don’t know why this is the first time I’ve said anything.
“I’m nobody’s bitch, Samson.”
I expect him to argue the point, to threaten punishment for me talking again.
Instead, he meets my gaze, his amber eyes on fire. “No,” he says, his voice a rasp, “you’re not.”
I hold back a smile.
“I told you. Unbuckle my belt.”
I don’t even consider arguing. My hands go automatically to the silver buckle of his belt, and as I finger it, I let one palm slip, graze against his huge bulge.
He sucks in a breath.
Good.
He’s not the only one with power here.
When his belt is done, he signals me to keep going. I unbutton his pants, unzip them, and then I pull his huge cock out of his boxer briefs. It springs forward, and I take a good look at it this time. It’s huge and beautiful with two veins marbling around it and a drip of pre-come already at the tip.
“Get on your knees, Delaney. Get on your knees and suck me.”
Again, I could argue, but I have the feeling if I did, he’d grip my shoulders and push me down anyway.
And I’d let him.
So I obey. I drop to my knees, the hardwood floor hurting them as I kneel, and I grab his large shaft with my right hand. He groans. I slide my tongue over the small drip of pre-come, savoring the saltiness.
He groans again.
This time I lick the tip, gliding over it, before I thrust my mouth down on the length of him.
And another groan, this one longer, more satisfied.
Good.
He tastes of salt and musky man. I want to deepthroat him, give him everything.
But I pull back a bit.
“Fuck…” He grabs two fistfuls of my hair and pushes me back down on him. “I’m going to fuck that hot mouth of yours. I want my come to slide down your throat.”
Yeah. Problem. I don’t swallow. But already I know I’m going to break my own rule for Samson Vexley. Because I want him. I want all of him.
He continues to fuck my mouth, seeming to know exactly how far he can go without alerting my gag reflex.
And he can go far. I like head. I’m good at it. And swallowing Samson’s gorgeous cock is nothing but a pleasure.
Until—
He pulls away from me. “No. I want to come inside that hot cunt of yours.”
In a flash he lifts me to my feet, pins me against the wall, rips my thong off, and shoves his cock inside me.
A low groan escapes my throat.
So full. So wet. And I want him so much.
