“I’m still going to test your limits, temptress. Because you’re trying to destroy mine. Now, suck. Show me you want my cock between these lips.”
The gauntlet has been thrown. This isn’t just sex, it’s a decadent exchange of power and control. Give and get. Bend and receive. But I’m still determined to make him break first.
I wrap my lips around his thumb and stroke the pad with my tongue. I moan as I suck, taking it all as he pushes it deeper. I pretend it’s his cock and worship it. He strokes his dick harder and harder with each second his thumb is between my lips.
I’m jealous of his fingers as he sweeps a drop of his pre-cum from the tip. My thoughts must be stamped on my face.
“You want this?”
Slowly, I nod, and he pulls his thumb free and releases his grip on his cock to spread the wetness across my lower lip. My tongue swipes out to taste that saltiness. But it’s all a tease.
I want more. I want him to push me to the edge.
14
Kane
Greedy. That’s exactly how she looks as she licks my pre-cum off her lips.
Greed has never looked so fucking sexy.
“You want my dick? You’re going to take it like a good girl?”
She nods.
“I want to hear you say it.”
Temperance leans forward, presses her palms against my quads, and drags her cheek alongside my shaft, barely making contact.
Her gaze cuts to mine. “I want to see how much I can fit in my mouth.”
Like before, her words are bold, but I’m bolder. I cup the side of her face.
“You’re going to take every inch, even if it means you’re swallowing me down your pretty throat.” Her fingers tense on my legs as I use my other hand to grasp the base of my dick and bring the head to her lips. “Lick. I want you tonguing the head like you did my thumb.”
Her eyes widen, and for a moment I wonder if she’ll balk again, but she smiles.
“Finally.” She wraps her lips around the head and proceeds to destroy me.
15
Temperance
It’s not just a blow job—it’s a battle of wills. Or, at least, it is for the first minute. But when he groans out his pleasure, I completely forget about anything but hearing him make that sound again. I lick and suck and take him deeper.
“Fuck. Yes. Like that.”
He holds my face, keeping me in place as his guttural sounds increase, and so does the intensity of his thrusts. He hits the back of my throat, and my eyes prick with tears as I gag. I talked a big game, but I truly have little experience in this. And somehow, Kane knows.
He strokes my cheek. “You can take it all, princess. Swallow next time. Breathe through your nose.”
He pulls out and goes slower the next time, watching me closely. I gag again and pull back, wiping at the tears on my lashes.
“You okay?”
I’m not, but I feel less powerful than I did when I was making promises with my lips that apparently my throat can’t cash.
I close my eyes.