11 Scenes (Eleven, #2)

by Octavia Jensen

He hummed, curling his fingers and sliding them out to force them into my mouth. “Suck, Briella. Taste yourself, let me feel your tongue.” I sucked them like they were his cock, drool dripping down my chin as he moved them in and out of my mouth, and I was so close to begging for his cock it was painful. “Good girl. My beautiful Briella ... my perfect little slut. Tell me your color and one thing you love about yourself.” “Green,” I cried, attempting to suck his fingers right back in but I knew him, and he wouldn’t let this go until I checked in, so I blurted out the first thing I could think of. “I love my hair.” “I don’t blame you, it’s gorgeous.” He leaned down to kiss me, then smiled almost devilishly as he pulled his cock out. “All fours, kitten. You want fucked like a whore, I’ll fuck you like a whore.” “I do, Sir. I’m your dirty little whore.” I got on my hands and knees and wiggled my ass at him, earning me a sharp slap then five peppered kisses over my skin. “Say it again.” He shoved inside of me, bottoming out in one move, and his thrusts were so sharp and rough that talking at all was almost impossible. “I’m y-your dirty little whore, all yours to use a— oh, fuck, that feels so good!” I let my face fall against the mattress as he took what he needed from me, and he dragged not one but two orgasms out of me before pulling my knees out from under me and fucking me into the mattress. “So fucking wet for me, kitten. Never want to leave this pussy.” He wrapped a hand...