Chapter 99
SERAPHINE
“Wait!”
I said to Sparrow before I could stop myself.
“Okay. I’ll do what you want.”
He turned back and his smile widened.
“Good girl.”
He took off his jacket first. Dropped it on the chair. Then his shirt, one button at a time, revealing a chest covered in ink, dark patterns I couldn’t read in the dim light. He was toned, muscular in a way that spoke of violence and gyms. He was quite hot.
He dropped his cigar to the floor, crushed it with his shoe, and walked to the bed.
He sat down. Used his index finger to beckon me over.
“Come on. Get to work. I still have better things to do.”
I got up. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. I walked toward him, thinking, ‘This better be
worth it.’
When I got to the bed, I leaned in to kiss him.
He pulled back.
“No, there would be no need for that. Take off your clothes and get on your knees.”
I hesitated.
His expression didn’t change. He just waited.
Left with no other choice, I began to undress, piece by piece. My top. My skirt. My bra. My panties. I folded each piece and set them on the chair. When I was naked, I lowered myself to my knees on the floor, by the bed.
He stood up and walked toward me until he was standing directly in front of my face.
“You know what to do.”
I reached up and my fingers found his belt. I unbuckled it, and pulled down his zipper. His trousers dropped to his ankles, and I tugged down his briefs.
His cock sprang free.
It was enormous. Thick and long and already fully erect, the tip glistening in the low light. I stared at it, my mouth going dry.
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He lifted his feet one at a time, kicking off his trousers and briefs until he stood completely naked in
front of me.
I reached out to take him in my hand.
But, he moved closer, and began to slap my cheeks with his cock.
Left cheek. Right cheek.
He did it over and over. Using the thick shaft to hit my face, my lips, and my nose. My cheeks stung with each impact, but he didn’t stop until he was satisfied.
“Open your mouth.” He instructed.
I obeyed.
And then he began to pee.
The warm liquid hit the back of my throat and I gasped, jerking backward, spitting it out onto the floor. I stared up at him in shock.
“What the…”
I had been with men. Many men. In many ways. But no one had ever done this.
His expression hardened.
“If you’re not interested in pleasing me, there’s still time for you to get dressed and get out.”
I stared at him, and then thought about Dominic. About seeing him tomorrow. About wrapping my arms around him and feeling safe again.
I went back to my knees and lowered my head. Opened my mouth. Shut my eyes tight.
“Open your eyes and look at me.” He ordered.
I opened them.
“And swallow every bit that goes into your mouth. Don’t waste a drop,” he warned.
He stood over me and let go.
I swallowed. Once. Twice. Three times. I swallowed it all, keeping my eyes on his, feeling the warmth
slide down my throat.
The moment it stopped, he grabbed my hair.
He shoved his cock into my mouth in one brutal thrust. I gagged immediately, my throat convulsing around the invasion. But he didn’t stop. He gripped my hair tight and began to fuck my mouth, hard and fast, pulling my head forward to meet each thrust.
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