Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

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I grabbed a fistful of her braids and pushed her head down, forcing my cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, her body convulsing, but I held her there, feeling her throat contract around the head of my cock, feeling the tears start to roll down her cheeks.

“That is it,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Take. Take all of it.”

I pulled her head back and pushed it down again, setting a rhythm, fucking her mouth like it was nothing but a hole for me to use. Her hands came up to grip my thighs, her nails digging into my skin, but she did not try to push me away. She just took it, her tears dripping onto the floor, her nose pressed against my pubic bone, her throat stretched around my cock.

I could feel myself getting close, the pressure building at the base of my spine, but I did not want to come yet. I wanted to draw this out. I wanted to make her earn every second of relief I might give her.

I pulled out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting my tip to her lips. She gasped, coughing, her face a mess of tears and spit. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, turning her around and bending her over the bed.

Her ass was round and firm, her pussy visible from behind, pink and open. I did not bother with foreplay. I positioned myself behind her, grabbed my cock, and slapped it against her pussy once, twice, watching her flinch with every impact.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, it hurts.”

I ignored her. I pushed into her in one motion, my cock sliding into her tight heat, and she screamed. Not a moan, not a gasp, but a genuine scream of pain, her body tensing, her hands clawing at the sheets.

I pulled out and thrust back in, harder this time, feeling her pussy stretch around me, feeling the resistance of her body as it tried to reject me. I leaned forward and spat onto the back of her neck, watching the saliva slide down her spine.

“This is what you get for trying to steal from me,” I said, my voice flat. “This is what you get for thinking you could take what is mine.”

When I got home, it was very late. The lights were off, the silence pressing in on me from all sides. I did not want to talk to anyone. I did not want to eat. I did not want to do anything except disappear into my room and forget that this night had ever happened.

But my mother was waiting for me in the living room, a cup of tea in her hand, her eyes sharp and knowing the moment I walked through the door.

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