Buy My Soul (Sixty Days 2)

It turns out that was exactly what I was asking for, only I hadn’t envisaged the route in mind he was proposing.

“You can tell the viewers how desperate you are for my cock in your tight little asshole,” he said, and my tight little asshole clenched tighter at the thought.

He laughed when he pulled back enough to spread my ass cheeks and take a look. Clenching made no difference. His fingers thrust past my efforts with little struggle, slamming right inside and circling hard enough that I burned up bright with the need to use the bathroom.

My whimpers didn’t make any difference. My protests were trapped in my throat as he pressed his dick alongside his fingers and shunted them in with hungry grunts that made my head spin.

“Good fucking girl,” he hissed when he was buried in deep. “Good fucking girl for taking your fill.”

How my pride swelled.

I couldn’t hold back a fresh smile as I struggled to cope with his thrusts. They hurt like sin but I couldn’t stop beaming. Couldn’t stop wanting more kind filthy words from his evil mouth.

“Thank you,” I spluttered. “Thank you, master.”

His teeth nipped at my shoulders as he claimed my ass with fury. My teeth gritted hard as I groaned, trying my best to meet his thrusts with bucks of my hips through the pain.

And then, just when I was adjusting to the stretch, he pulled out.

I didn’t have the chance to move in response. He flipped me in a heartbeat, positioning himself over my face with his dick in his hand in nothing short of a fluid motion.

“Suck me,” he said. “Fucking suck me. Take my fucking seed.”

I couldn’t.

I really couldn’t. Not after where he’d been.

My eyes were wild at the thought as he pushed his dick towards my lips, and I tried to shake my head but failed.

He had too good a grip of me.

“Suck me,” he grunted, and his hand was moving faster up and down his shaft.

I let out a groan as he pressed his cock against my mouth, and he didn’t lose the moment, thrusting right the way to the back of my throat until I retched and spluttered.

The thought was disgusting. My stomach churned hard. It should’ve been enough to make me reconsider my feelings for this dark god and what the hell he was going to do in sixty days to a girl like me.

But it didn’t.

Even as I retched and gagged and struggled to take him, I couldn’t hold back the want for more.

He was going to give me his cum. I could feel it. Hell, I was so proud to have earned it.

“Lucky girl,” he said as the first wave of his salty seed filled my mouth.

I felt it. I tasted it. I wanted it.

I did feel like a lucky girl as he pulsed and groaned and filled me up with more.

“Show me,” he said as he stopped spurting and pulled his cock free.

I opened my mouth wide, but my efforts were clearly not good enough. I didn’t dare to swallow as he hooked his fingers in the corners of my lips and opened me up all the wider.

“Show the viewers,” he grunted and tipped my face to the nearest camera. “Say fucking ahhhh,” he said, and I had to. I really had to.

His cum bubbled against my tongue as I let out the stupid sound, my lips uncomfortably wide as I gave the viewers every scrap of attention I could manage.

Filthy.

I felt absolutely, disgustingly filthy.

“Swallow,” he said, and I did. I swallowed him down and opened my mouth back up for the cameras without even being instructed.

A good girl. I really was trying to be the best dirty girl I could manage. I guess that’s why the monster gave me his mouth all over again.

His lips were hot. His tongue was fierce. Fierce and deep. Hunting mine all over again and coming out on top.

And once again, all over again, I felt so much more in his kiss.Chapter Twenty-OneBrandonIt was a fucking wreck. A disaster of both common sense and willpower.

“Be sure to tune in for day three,” I grunted to the audience as I retreated from the siren of a girl on the floor and headed to cut the live feed.

She didn’t move and I couldn’t blame her. Her delicate body must have been searing raw after the beating I’d given her, both inside and out. Her breaths were ragged as her eyes followed my every move, but she made no sound. No whimpers or protestations when the live camera lights dulled to red. Not even a murmur of pain as she moved slowly onto her side as I approached and dropped to my knees beside her.

“Good show,” I told her, as though it was just another day at the office.

Her eyes were so wide. So eager. Still brimming with her selfless enthusiasm from earlier.