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The beast inside me smiles viciously as it coils in my center. Bella’s breath catches when I shift higher up her torso. Her eyes widen on my swollen cock, her hands still pinned above her head.

“Eyes on me.”

Her breath catches again as her eyes dart between my dick and my eyes, meeting my intense gaze. Her throat bobs heavily.

“Show me your tongue.”

Her mouth opens, her lips parted in an O-shape, and her soft, pink tongue pokes out.

Fuck.

It hits me straight in the fucking bloodstream, maybe because there’s nothing remotely yielding about Bella in any other facet of her life. She’s all sharp edges and middle fingers. Prickly. Contrary. Fucking impossible.

I like that about her. I think I’m starting to like it way too fucking much.

And watching all that chaos go quiet the second I take control makes me fucking hard.

It’s not the submission itself that makes my cock swell. It’s the contrast. Bella is defiance incarnate, right up until she decides not to be.

For me.

My hand wraps around my cock, relishing the way her brow caves a little and her cheeks flush pink. I stroke my hand up and down, keeping it an inch above her parted lips before I slap my swollen head on her outstretched tongue.

Jesus.

Bella moans when I do it again, pumping my cock with slow, deliberate strokes as I push the head across her tongue, groaning at the glistening precum smearing over her lips.

My grip on her wrists tightens as I push the head into her mouth before slipping it out again.

“Are you going to be a good little cum slut for me?”

She whimpers again and nods, eyes locked on me.

“Open wider.”

When she does, I groan as I push my cock between her lips, stretching them even more as I sink into the deliriously warm wetness of her mouth. I rock my hips, pushing all the way into the back of her throat. She gags a little around my size, but when I start to slide out again, her lips tighten around me.

Her eyes lock with mine, fire sparking in her eyes as she shakes her head.

“Oh, you want more of this fucking cock down your throat, do you?”

Her groaned whimper hums around my cock as her face caves.

I leave one hand around her wrists, keeping them pinned. My other one slides down her arm and over her breasts. I roughly pinch and twist one of her tight, pierced, pale pink nipples, and she moans loudly around me.

“Then swallow that fucking cock like a good little fuck-toy.”

I rock my hips, plunging my head into the back of her throat again. Bella chokes, gagging around my dick, but I keep it there, my jaw tight as I feel her throat swallowing around my head. I twist her nipple again, and she whimpers as tears bead in the corners of her eyes before I slowly slide back out.

She gasps for air, choking a little when my cock slips from her mouth. A thick strand of spit dangles from her bottom lip to my cock, then drips down her chin.

“Good girl.”

I plunge into her mouth again, roughly fucking the back of her throat.

Bella might turn into something needier and softer in bed, willing to hand over every ounce of the control she guards so viciously everywhere else.

Me?