I loved the stretch of my lips against him just as much as I hated how scary it felt to have him push so far down my throat, afraid he would never stop.

Valentina felt like she was slamming my head down, my small grunts each time Don thrust up to meet my lips made me wet, had me rubbing my thighs together in the hopes I could create some friction on the throbbing pulse of my clit.

Thick strings of spit coated my lips with each thrust of Don’s hips trickling down, pooling in his lap with every whimper I felt being ripped from my throat.

I worked my tongue around him, gliding it up and down as he moved, twirling it around his head and relishing in the way he groaned at the feel of it flicking against him.

I felt it right before he let himself go. His hip thrusts became slower, like he was dragging the pleasure out, grinding himself against my lips. I choked, eyes watering, skin hot and flush as he looked down at me.

His eyes were nearly black, so dark I thought I was looking into the devil’s very gaze.

He smirked, his lips forming a soft, smiling ‘o’ before his body went rigid. His fingers pressed against my pulse as he coiled for one last thrust before he held his hips up to my nose. I felt the spurt of his cum, hot and salty coating the back of my tongue, filling my throat.

I tried to swallow, breathing carefully as I could around his cock but couldn’t stop the sputtering or the spit that dribbled from off my chin.

I shook, pushing against him instinctively but he growled and Valentina held me tight. Electricity shot through my body, tackling my clit before they let me go.

I threw myself off of Don’s lap, hanging onto the side of the chair, my face turned away from them. I expected Valentina’s hand to caress my hair again, but it was Don’s thick, warm fingers that pushed my hair back from my sweaty, wet face.

“Thank you, princess.”

I shivered, turning to look up at him from between my tear soaked lashes. My throat was raw, throbbing and sore, but I couldn't help the shy smile I knew crept onto my face as Don tucked another strand of wayward curls behind my ear, off my shoulder.

“Yes, you did a very good job, tan perfecta.” Valentina stood brushing her hand down the crisp white of her pant suit.

While Don buckled himself up Valentina held her hands out to me. I hesitated a moment, a sliver of insecurity sneaking up behind me at the thought of letting her help me. I wasn’t typically always thinking about my weight, but sometimes it snuck up on you.

Right now, with cum and spit dripping down my neck and tears drying on my cheeks, this felt like a moment of vulnerability that I hadn’t been anticipating, but I squashed it and accepted her hand.

I needn’t have worried, because Valentina was apparently stronger than she looked. She pulled me up like she did everything: gracefully and with little effort. It was my fault when I stumbled into her.

I looked around too quickly, having forgotten the body lying on the floor. Collin’s eyes were dull and lifeless, his skin pale against the pool of dark blood that had spread around him.

My hand crept to my throat, the blood on it slightly dried but still sticky as I opened and closed my hands together. I cleared my throat, trying to rid myself of the taste of Collin’s blood—of how much I wanted more.

Don touched the small of my back, “We should get you cleaned up.”

“I don’t know,” Valentina purred. Her sounds weren’t filled with heat like they had been, but cold, calculated and menacing, “Our little plaything looks rather ravishing, covered in blood and cum.”

I clenched my hands at my sides, chin tilted high, but Don shuffled me to the other side of the room, “Go. Wait in the bathroom. I’ll be right there.”

Valentina hissed a laugh as I hurried up the stairs, my dress swishing under my ass as I took them quicker than necessary. Their hushed voices floated to me, but I blocked them out.

I didn’t want any part of whatever they were discussing.

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