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“D-don’t call me that,” I said.

He snatched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I’ll call you what I want. Want to know why?”

When he pulled his huge dick out of his bottoms, warmth exploded through me. The tip was glistening with pre-cum.

“No,” I said, knowing it’d piss him off. “I don’t want to⁠—”

Davix pressed the head of his cock against my lips, giving me a taste of him. I glared up at him through my lashes, but I so desperately wanted to take all of him into my mouth and suck his cock better than anyone else had before.

God, he is a tease!

“Because you’re mine,” he said, pushing his thumb across my lower lip and rubbing in his pre-cum.

I clenched hard and bit back a whimper.

“These lips, this mouth, your throat … it’s all mine, Emmie.”

“Screw you,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Open up for me.”

I glared even harder and flared my nostrils. How dare he know exactly what to say⁠—

When I didn’t open my mouth, he pinched my nose so I’d be forced to breathe through my mouth. He had one strong grip on my hair with his opposite hand now, his dick pressing against my lips.

My hands found his muscular thighs, and I dug my nails into them, hit them, smacked them, did whatever I could to push him away, my eyes never leaving his once. I tried to breathe through my nose, desperate for air, my cheeks warming.

And the moment I opened my mouth, Davix shoved himself inside me, his dick hitting the back of my throat almost immediately, making my eyes water. My nipples were hard against my bikini top.

“Oh, yeah,” he grunted, the feral sound doing something bad to me. He laced his hands into my hair to push and pull me away from him. “We’re going to teach you what having a smart mouth really means tonight, aren’t we?”

My tits bounced out of my bikini top from all the thrusting, and Davix reached down to grope one. He found my nipple and tugged on it as hard as he could. My eyes rolled back into my head, my legs trembling.

“Don’t come,” he growled.

I stared up at him through watery eyes, his dick still down my throat, and furrowed my brows, on the cusp of another orgasm. Moonlight bounced off his muscular chest above me, the shadows making him look even bigger.

“Take your hands off my thighs and rub your clit, but don’t come.”

“B-but …” I tried to start, but the words were nothing but spit and slobber.

“Take your hands off my thighs and rub your clit, but don’t come,” he repeated.

After I pulled my hands off his thighs, I placed one on my clit and began rubbing the sensitive bud. The pressure rose higher and higher in my core, and I slowed down because if I continued, then I would … I would …

“Faster.”

I moved my fingers faster.

“Faster.”

I moved them even faster.

“Don’t slow down,” he growled, tugging on my nipple again.

Warmth rushed to my pussy, and I curled my toes.

I can’t come. I can’t come. I can’t come.