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Neon Nights
Date: 3/31/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories
whole time. I could feel the head right at the back of my throat, and it was all I could do not to close my eyes as saliva dribbled down my chin. I steeled myself as he got past my defences and began fucking my throat. “That’s good…” Silver muttered encouragingly, his eyes fixed to mine. “Real good,” And then he slid his length out of my mouth, leaving me wide-eyed and gasping. I wanted to wipe my mouth but my hands were bound and I could only sit there waiting for his next command. He squatted down in front of me so we were eye to eye and then he carefully wiped the saliva from my chin before grasping it between his thumb and forefinger and kissing me hard on the mouth. I gasped against his lips as I felt his hand drop between my legs again. There was something intensely arrogant in the way he touched me and I knew he loved the fact that I couldn’t stop him. His fingers pushed against me hard, sliding purposefully towards my ass again. His mouth was covering mine totally, stealing away any breath, his tongue moving fast and hard as his finger pressed into my ass again. His other hand was in my hair, pulling my head back so every part of my body felt tight and strained. His thumb brushed my clit and I clenched reflexively around his finger, only to feel him push another inside. I moaned against his mouth, squirming as he stretched my asshole wide with a third digit, as if preparing me for what was to come. Then he pulled them out suddenly, jamming all three into my mouth, ... amusement and lust fighting for prominence across his face. “I should feel bad about this,” he said. “But I don’t. You want it. You deserve it. You fucking love it.” I sucked determinedly on his fingers as if in agreement. I wasn’t sure he was entirely right but there was something addictive about not knowing what was to come. Sure, he was using me but there was something perversely addictive about having all my darkest fantasies come to life in that dusky, decadent hotel room. Even after choking and spluttering and getting slapped across the face, I was hungry for more, eager to see where he wanted to go next. “Where were we?” he asked rhetorically, and then he straightened up, leaving me eye to eye with his hard, veined cock again. I wasn’t sure I could take much more but he pushed into my mouth and pulled me to him, so that his erection surged to the back of my throat. I sucked in air through my nose as he began moving, filling my throat entirely with every thrust. “You’re a fucking natural,” he groaned, and yet there was still amusement on his face, like he knew how hard I was trying to please him. “Or maybe it’s just been a while.” He withdrew suddenly, leaving me winded. “Fuck you,” I gasped. “You are such an arrogant son of a-” He rammed his cock down my throat, cutting me off. There was something animalistic about the way he ploughed on, like he had only one thought in mind. His urgency was almost terrifying but despite it all my pussy was soaking obscenely. I could hear ...