Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“I’m a desperate little slut and want to feel you come down my throat.” I’m staring into two pits of golden molten lava as he tightens his hand in my hair, keeping me immobile as he roughly grabs his dick and slides the tip across my lips. “Good sluts ask nicely,” he murmurs, biting his lip when I stick out my tongue, prompting him to slap his cock on it. I wrap my hand around his wrist and tip my chin back far enough to rasp, “I never said I was good. I said I was desperate.”