Chapter 163: | He Will Die By Your Hand

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Faster, harder, tighter his grip behind my neck forced me to move. He kept pushing till he hit the back of my throat before releasing, allowing me to take a breath. Tears started to well in my eyes, but I couldn't stop. I wanted more. My tongue swirled around his length before moving against the tip of his dick.

"Jesus. Fuck." His head lolled back, low growls of pleasure letting me know he loved my lips around him as much as I loved the taste of him on my tongue.

All it took was a few more deep-throat strokes and licks before he finally lost his last ounce of self-control. He grabbed my shoulders and hoisted me up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Our lips collided. Our teeth crashed. And our tongues devoured.