Page 86 of Tormented Kings
Fuck it. I do as I’m told, straddling his foot. He’s still able to fuck my mouth in this position as I grip his thigh. Bringing myself down on his boot, I gasp at the pressure against my clit.
“Now give my boot a good shining, fuck yourself against it until it’s dripping in your juices, baby.”
Dear god, this man’s mouth. His brother's mouth. Both of them are going to kill me with their dirty words one day.
But not today because right now, all I want is this orgasm I’m beyond desperate for and his cum down my throat.
Giving a hesitant roll of my hips, I’m surprised to find it feels better than I thought it would.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this, to get off by rubbing myself against this man’s boot.
But the way he looks down at me in awe, with so much love and adoration... all I want to do is please him.
So I start to work my clit against his boot and moan shamelessly around his cock.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans. “God, Sadie, you really are fucking perfect. That’s it, baby, work those hips.
I keep my eyes on him, locked together as he slows his pace while I find my rhythm.
God, this feels so fucking good as I work my hips, getting to the pace I need.
My body is burning with pleasure; the pressure and tempo have me on the edge of perfection. As if he knows I need this so damn bad, he keeps his thrusts slow and deep.
As I work myself up against his boot, my nails digging into his thigh, and he murmurs all the right, praising words.
“Such a good girl. You’re doing so good, baby.”
As the pressure builds and the pleasure grows, my thrusts start to grow more frantic. I’m close, chasing my release. I need it. I’ll cry if I lose this feeling.
Collin starts to pick up his pace again, making me choke on his cock. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” he chuckles. “God, you're so perfect. Look at you, crying so sweetly for me.” He reaches down to brush the tears away from the corner of my eyes. But I already know my makeup is ruined. “Cum, Sadie. Drip that greedy cunt all over my boot.”
I whimper, my orgasm so close, so fucking close. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on bringing myself over the edge.
When it hits me, I struggle to breathe in air, to cry out,something,but I can’t. Collin curses, his thrusts grow choppy.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, look at you. So fucking hot. Such a good girl. So fucking good.”
I sob around his cock in pure fucking ecstasy. It shouldn’t feel this good; it’s a fucking boot for fuck’s sake.
But it does, it feels so good. And the more I work my hips, the harder I cum and the more I feel my juices soak through my costume and onto his boot. It’s not enough to coat it like he told me to, but it’s something.
Collin curses and without warning, he cums.
His cock pulses in my mouth, thick ropes of hot salty cum shoot down my throat. I swallow around his length, trying hard to get it all, which makes him groan loudly.
“Damn it, Sadie,” he gasps in a ragged breath as he pulls his cock free.
I take in a few deep breaths of my own. My jaw is killing me, my eyes are blurry with tears, and I have cum and drool dripping down my chin.
Collin tucks his cock away, chest heaving. He takes a step back, letting his boot slide out from under me before crouching down in front of me.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, Sadie,” he praises, gripping my chin. His eyes take in my face, and he smirks. “Ruined.”
Then he does yet another thing that surprises me tonight and licks his cum off my lips and chin.
“Now, be a good girl and get back to the party,” he murmurs tauntingly before kissing my lips.
He helps me rise on my shaky legs, pressing another kiss to my lips. My eyes flutter closed as I sigh contentedly, but then he’s gone, and I’m left standing there, wondering if this was some kind of fever dream, and I drank more than I thought.