Page 98 of Vandal Unbound

“You still want more, Daze?” I ask as she sucks in air and whimpers while I continue to stroke her gently. “Because I’m feeling pretty violent.”

I feel her entire body sigh. “Take me however you want.”

I think about her ass, the way it looked when she’d shimmied out of those shorts.

Slipping a hand between us, I snap her bra open and let it slide down her arms. Once it’s gone, I squeeze both her breasts in my hands. My view over her shoulder is spectacular. Her nipples, a deep dusky pink, are so hard they poke out between my fingers. I wish I could hold them like this and impossibly fuck her between them at the same time, because I’d love the view of my cock rising between them from this angle.

I lead her to the edge of the bed and push her to her knees facing me. It takes a second to ditch all my clothes so I’m naked in front of her.

“Suck it, Daze,” I say. “I want to know if you can think of anything else while my cock is choking you out.”

Her eyes go wide with a heady mix of arousal and fear.

I cup her chin, more gently than I feel right now. “Pinch my thigh if you need to stop, because you won’t be able to tell me.”

She nods once, then reaches for me with a solid grip. There’s a height dynamic that doesn’t quite work. She has to strain upwards on her knees and also angle my cock toward her.

It probably makes me a little sick, but I love how I outsize her in every way. Every conceivable thought drifts away when she tentatively runs her tongue along my cock.

It’s big and thick, the head darker in color because of all the blood that’s left every other part of my body rushing to it. There’s a fat vein on the underside, and that’s the path Daisy follows.

And suddenly I realize why I had to hold her up earlier, because my knees shake a little too.

She opens her mouth wide, and I wish my focus was a little clearer so I could see all this in fucking Technicolor.

But there’s no mistaking the perfection of the wet warmth as she takes the first inch of me into her mouth. The way her mouth stretches around the width.

I suck in a breath and look away for a minute so I don’t come too soon. I think about the work I’m gonna have to doto make access to the pool safer so Elsie doesn’t go in without permission. And I make a mental list of all the clothes I wanna buy my girls. And also remember what they told me in Maren’s apartment. How Daisy wants a proper barista-style coffee maker and Elsie wants an ice cream maker.

Anything to take my mind off the amazing feeling of a woman I love…

Love.

Love.

Jesus, I’m really not helping myself right now.

Not sure I know how to violate the woman I love, but I really look forward to figuring it out.

Daisy takes more of me inside her as saliva coats my cock. She works the length she can’t fit with her hand. Thankfully, her grip alone isn’t enough to make me come right now…which, for both our sakes, is a good thing.

“Like this?” she says, letting me slip from her mouth. And I realize I’ve been all up in my own head and shirking on the violation.

“Take me as far as you can,” I encourage. “Wanna see you choke a little, wanna see tears roll down those cheeks for me.”

She takes a breath, like it’s something she needs to gear up for. Then slides me back into her mouth. Every stroke, she takes me a little deeper. I place my hand on her throat so I can feel it work and struggle as she tries to swallow.

Soon enough, she begins to splutter. But she doesn’t give up.

“Just like that, Daze,” I say, the words rough. “Fuck, yeah. I knew you could take it for me.”

Her eyes stay on me, mine on hers. And while a piece of me just wants to fuck her throat, I feel the early warning of an orgasm and pull myself out of her mouth and hand.

Without missing a beat, I pick her up, hands beneath her ass, and kiss her while she tries to catch her breath.

But I don’t let her.

Not yet. I want that intensity to last a little longer for her, but I can’t bring myself to choke her.