“Stop—fuck—you bastard!” I moaned, hips bucking against his mouth despite my words. My thighs trembled violently around his head. He growled and doubled down, curling his fingers perfectly against my G-spot while sucking hard on my swollen clit.

I came again within minutes, screaming around the curses I tried to hurl at him. My walls clamped down on his fingers, gushing fresh slick all over his scarred face. He licked me through every pulse, refusing to stop until I was a shaking, oversensitive mess.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin were shiny with me. He stood, stroking his massive cock slowly.

“Still hate me, princess?”

“Yes,” I...