Page 91 of Sling’s Awakening

My thighs clamp together at the sight of the purple head weeping for my attention, wishing it would get between my legs.

“I’m going to fuck your bratty fucking mouth until you get what it means to be with a man like me.” Sling punches his hips up, his cock brushing against my lips. Pre-cum smears across them, giving me a salty taste of what’s coming. “Every man in the room tonight was looking at you, wanting to have what’s not theirs.”

“They know they can’t have me,” I respond, my eyes trained on his dick.

I’ve always had a hands-off rule. The only reason I went into the crowd tonight was to try to work the anger out of Sling.

“Do they?” Something in his tone tells me I shouldn’t answer. “Because you sure gave them a show of what’s mine.”

Sling punches his hips up harder this time, the thick head parting my lips.

My tongue reacts, licking up a drop of his salty musk before he takes it away, lowering his hips back to the mattress.

“I didn’t have a choice,” I answer anyway.

Sling chest rumbles as his thighs tighten under my palms. “You always have a fucking choice. As long as you’re mine, no one will take that away from you. Now open up your pretty little mouth and suck my fucking dick, brat.”

I don’t get a chance to respond before Sling’s throbbing cock is pushing its way into my mouth, this time not stopping until it hits the back of my throat.

I gag around him from the intrusion.

He’s thick from the base up, stuffing my mouth.

Sling’s head tips back as his mouth parts and a groan leaves his lips.

Suck him just like a lollipop. Like a big, fat lollipop.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking him in tight as I begin to bob up and down on his cock. His head hits the back of my throat every time. Tears are pricking at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over the edge at any moment.

There’s nothing I can do to stop them. I’m at the mercy of Sling’s thick cock fucking my mouth.

“Relax your throat,” Sling demands but it comes out sounding like a groan.

I relax it the best I can, knowing what’s coming as Sling shoves his hips further into my mouth, the head of his cock going down the top of my throat.

I gag, my throat contracting around his cock.

“Relax,” Sling hisses, staying in place. “You’re doing such a good job, toots.” He gives me a second to get used to the feeling before thrusting in and out of my mouth, going down the top of my throat each time. “Such. A. Good. Fucking. Job.”

The tears have spilled over the edge and are rolling down my face.

“You look so pretty weeping with my cock in your mouth,” he rumbles as his head tips further back, his mouth parting and the tendon in his neck bulging. His hooded eyes are on me, watching me take his length over and over. “I should have made you do this in the club in front of everyone for them to see that you’re mine.”

I moan around his cock as one of my hands leaves his thigh to try to find some sort of relief for myself.

A low groan leaves his lips, his eyes tracking my movements. “You like the thought of someone watching us?”

My thumb finds my clit and circles.

“Don’t touch what’s mine,” Sling growls as he rips his cock from my mouth.

Before I can blink, I’m being hauled onto my bed with my ass in the air. Sling’s fist tangles in my hair, wrapping it up as he pushes my face down into the mattress.

I gasp as his hand lands on my ass. The smacking of skin echoing throughout the room.

“Shit,” I hiss into the mattress.

My ass is still sore from him spanking me before.