That phrase yanked her from the moment, and a glare took hold.
I preferred her anger. I found it sexy. “On the bed. Now.”
She obeyed my command, holding herself up on all fours.
I came behind her, my dick semihard. It wanted to deflate from the orgasm I just had, but seeing her ass in the air like that just fired me up again. I stared at her pussy and saw the slickness gleam. Her pussy was wet and slick, just as I expected it to be.
I smiled in victory then shoved two fingers inside her. “You’re so goddamn wet.” My breath shook as I felt the warm moisture between her legs. “You love sucking my dick.” I could tell she enjoyed it despite her attempts to hide it. “Is it the taste of my cock? Is it the size? Is it the fact I love how good you suck?” I fingered her and slathered my fingers in heat.
She didn’t answer me, but her body responded. The arch in her back deepened, and her breaths became labored.
“Tell me.”
She held her silence defiantly.
I moved to my knees on the floor and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. My face dove into her sweet pussy, and I licked her aggressively, circling her clit with my tongue before I sucked it harshly into my mouth.
A suppressed moan escaped her lips. She put all her effort into hiding her pleasure at my touch. She refused to give me the satisfaction of pleasing her. But the cause was futile because her soaked pussy did all the talking.
I circled her clit again, making her back arch farther so she could get as much of my mouth as possible.
I pulled away. “Tell me.”
She breathed hard, deep and loud.
“Answer me, Button.” I sucked her clit harshly, pushing her to the edge of an orgasm then abruptly pulling back.
She growled in frustration.
I gently blew on her opening then gave her a gentle kiss.
She snapped like I knew she would. “I love how much you enjoy it...” She spoke with self-loathing, hating herself for giving in. She sighed with defeat, her backbone crippling. “And I love the way it tastes...and I love how big it is.”
My dominance grew, and I felt like a true king. I was on top of the world, and she was beneath me. I conquered her again. I took everything from her and made her into a humble servant.
I pressed my face between her legs and gave her the reward she just sacrificed herself for. I sucked her clitoris hard then circled it, using more precision than my fingers could ever give.
She immediately moaned, no longer holding back the screams of unbridled pleasure. She arched her back farther and pressed her ass into my face, wanting more of that schooled tongue.
She combusted with an orgasm just as powerful as mine. Her yells turned into screams, and she rode the high. “Oh, god...” She gripped the sheets of the bed and turned into mush. “Oh, god...” She pressed her face into the mattress, her body giving out as heat seared her from the inside out.
When her screams died away, I knew she was finished. She panted on the bed, a crumpled mess from the head I just gave her. I knew I had her then. And she knew I had her too.
I moved behind her and positioned my dick at her entrance. After that performance, my machinery was revved up and ready for action. I shoved myself violently inside her, my cock savoring the feel of her slickness and my saliva mixed together.
And then I fucked her until she screamed again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Pearl
Guilt weighed me down. I was drowning in my private suffering, hating myself for giving in to my ruthless captor. The button deal was purely business. I’d only accepted his offer because there was no other option. But now, I looked forward to the evening. I waited for him to walk through the door, a button tucked deep in his pocket.
I wasn’t supposed to enjoy the sex, but I did. When his mouth was between my legs, I ignited like a firework. Jacob hardly ever went down on me, and when he did, he wasn’t very good at it. It felt like a lizard was licking my lips with a thin tongue, hardly moving and doing a half-assed job. Crow ate my pussy like he was starving.
I’d never come so hard in my life.
Now that I was alone with my thoughts, the hatred emerged. When I was taken from Jacob, I tried not to think about him. I pitied him, imagining him at home and worried about me. When I thought about him, loneliness welled up inside me. He was the only family I had in the world. My parents were both abusive alcoholics, and I was taken from them when I was just ten years old. I didn’t have any other relatives. I was alone in the world—literally.