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There's a quaver to his voice. An uncertain cadence as he strokes a blonde lock behind my ear. “Sure you want this? Last chance.”
I simply nod and breathe in. Maybe the last willful breath I'll take until he's done. Pursing my lips, I catch sight of myself in the mirror opposite the hotel bed. Legs splayed. Sitting on my hands. Panties soaked, despite barely a touch. Nipples poke against the strappy black cami top, begging for attention. Yet the O of my lips steals the show. Painted deep, deep crimson in the same lipstick shade as the other letters I told him to draw on my cheeks.
WH O RE
The mattress jiggles as he stands, naked, towering above me and swings a leg to straddle my thighs. I track up his legs, past the taut, shaved sac perched beneath his girthy cock, almost at full attention. Powerful and masculine. Veins pulsing with intent. I continue my survey. Soft abs. Defined pecs. Strong jawline. And those eyes. Fuck. Brimming with desire.
All for me.
Heat radiates from the tip of his shaft. I open up and the sweetness of pre-cum swabs the lipstick. The tip of my tongue. The midsection. Then the entrance to my throat. I swallow panic. Retch; a most unladylike response, and he pulls clear. Traces the loop of saliva around my lips with a fingertip. Aligns his prick and glides in again.
Same depth. Same response, my stomach clenching as I gag. He withdraws. I drool. He smears.
On the next thrust, a fraction deeper, I emit an involuntary gurp. Far from being repulsed by the filthy noise, my pussy drips. Or maybe it's a reaction to my abs crunching as my air is stolen.
A desperate gasp follows his exit, but it's short-lived. I've little time to recover before I'm impaled again. My eyes water and I cough around his meat.
He pulls out. The top two-thirds glisten in the lamplight and he wipes his fist up and down. One stroke.
“You can do better.”
I nod. Gaze up and part my lips, almost panting. He places the ridged crown on my outstretched tongue. An offering. I swirl one loop. Swallow his silky pre-cum.
Wait.
Wait.
Choke.
This thrust is more merciless. He holds as I splutter, then yanks free. Wipes my cheek before the tear can spoil the lipstick lettering.
What's wrong with me? Why did I ask for this? Why does it make me wet?