Page 128 of Her Sloth

She spits into my mouth. Fuck me, this is so fucking hot. The glee on her face is as arrogant as it can get, and right now it turns me on beyond.

“Suck,” she says and holds the gun in front of my face.

I gape at her.

“You’re joking,” I say.

“Do you see me laughing?” she says without breaking her role. “Suck or I’ll make you.”

The magic words. The magic words that trigger my inner brat in a way beyond normal understanding.

I lean forward as much as my fixed arms allow me.

“Make me,” I say derogatorily.

She lets go of my throat and grasps my jaw with her thumb and pointer digging painfully between the jaw joints on each side. A pain beyond shoots through my jaw, and I open it.

“Arghm,” I gasp out, but she isn’t letting go. Instead, she pushes the gun, nozzle first, into my mouth until it reaches my throat and I have to gag.

“Suck,” she says, pushing the gun in and out. I close my lips around it.

The power play that is happening right now is insane, and I freaking love it.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back as she mouth fucks me with a gun.

I just let her.

And then she stops.

The gun falls audibly onto the ground, and her lips meet mine in a wild kiss with tongue. She is apparently as turned as I am.

She gets up while continuing to kiss me.

Until she stops.

She removes her belt and all her clothes. I just watch her strip. She has this one-in-a-million body, with her perfect round breasts and an ass I want to dig my face in.

She sits down, leaning onto her hands, and slides sideways between my legs, until⁠—

“Fuck,” I say as her heated pussy rubs into mine. She rolls her hips into me, and I just can’t keep myself together anymore.

My hips start rolling with her movement.

She is dripping wet—and the way she looks at me while doing it.

“You will not come until I come,” she says. “Otherwise I’ll fist you until you faint from coming too many times.”

I cannot not come, but I have to. I am so close⁠—

My core is already pulsating, every rub of her pussy against mine, every moan of hers⁠—

“I can’t,” I say as the wave of the orgasm is close to overcoming me.

Slap.

She slapped me so hard in the face that I would have crashed onto the ground if not fixed to the tree.

And then there is excruciating pain in my nipple as she squeezes and turns it.