Chapter 3

Zy's POV

"What do you want your reward to be for sucking my bad boy?".

His voice was still rough from coming, thumb still resting on my lower lip, eyes locked on mine like he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear me say it.

My mouth opened, spit and the taste of him still coating my tongue, and the words came out before I could dress them up.

"I want you to touch me, I want your mouth on me, I want you to suck my pussy until I cannot think".

He stared at me for a long second, then his mouth curved, not soft, just satisfied.

"Good girl, get on the bed, lie back, pull that dress up and spread those legs for daddy."

I did it, my heart slamming, dress already pushed to my waist, no panties because I never put any when going to Ronan's place, my pussy already shiny and throbbing so hard it hurt.

He knelt between my thighs like he owned the space, big hands spreading me wider, thumbs brushing the wet lips and making me jolt.

"Look at this pretty wet cunt, dripping just from sucking cock, it's fucking perfect."

Then his mouth was on me.

"Oh my god," I moaned.

The first long lick from bottom to top made my back arch off the bed, a broken sound leaving my throat, his tongue flat and hot and slow like he was tasting every drop.

"Shit, Grant..." I screamed.

He did not stop, he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked, hard enough that my vision went white for a second, then soft again, then hard, he kept switching until my thighs shook around his head.

"Fuck, fuck, your mouth..."

I could not finish the sentence, my hands flew to his hair, not pushing away, pulling him closer, hips rolling up against his face like I had no control left.

He groaned against me, the vibration shooting straight into my core, he kept sucking, tongue flicking, lips sealed, one hand pinning my hip down so I could not escape the pleasure.

My tits rose and fell fast under the thin fabric, nipples tight, every nerve on fire.

"Gosh, it feels too good, better than my own fingers, better than Ronan's fingers, and the fact that it was Ronan’s brother making me this wet only made the throb worse.

"I am going to come...I am going to come on your tongue,"I stammered.

"No no bitch," he said with a sinful frown. "You don't come until I say so."

He sucked harder right as the words left me, two thick fingers sliding through my wetness and pushing inside, stretching me just enough to burn in the best way, curling up while his mouth stayed locked on my clit.

"Shit! Yes!," I moaned. I have never felt this way before, maybe my libido isn't high, Ronan didn't just know how to touch me till I pop.

Fuck! My whole body locked, pussy clamping down on his fingers, the orgasm ripping through me so hard I saw stars, a loud broken moan tearing out of me as I soaked his mouth and chin.

He did not pull away, he kept licking me through it, slower, drinking every drop like he was starving, until I was shaking and oversensitive and still somehow wanting more.

When he finally lifted his head his lips were shiny, eyes dark, voice low.

"That's what good little cock-suckers get, a proper tongue-fucking".

I was still panting, legs open, pussy throbbing with aftershocks, and the need inside me only got sharper.

"Fuck me, please, I want your cock, I need it inside me, I am so empty," I said.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then climbed up over me, still hard again, the thick length brushing against my wet folds but not pushing in.

"No".

The single word hit harder than any slap.

I blinked up at him, chest heaving.

"What?" I gasped.

"I don't fuck strangers with my dick," he said, calm, almost gentle in the cruelty of it. "Even if that stranger just swallowed my cum and came on my tongue".

My stomach dropped, the heat still burning between my legs, the ache so deep it felt like it would never leave.

"But I am right here, I am wet, I am ready, I just had your cock in my throat..." I talked fast.

"And you still do not know my me, he cut in, one hand wrapping lightly around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking the side of my neck."

Fuck him, I just moaned out your name, I know you dick-head, I thought.

"I can eat this pretty pussy until you cry, I can let you suck me dry, I can call you every filthy name that fits, but I am not burying my cock in a girl I met an hour ago in the dark, even if she is the hottest little thing I have ever tasted." 

The rejection should have cooled me down, but no it did the opposite.

My chest twisted hard, I felt a mix of shame and want so strong my eyes stung, he refused to fuck me even while I begged, fuck!!.

I had walked in on him, dropped to my knees, swallowed every drop of this come, spread my legs without being asked twice, and still he would not give me the one thing my body was screaming for.

I hated how much that made me want him more.

He leaned down, mouth close to my ear, voice pure sin.

"But I will keep you, sweet little cumslut," he groaned in my ears.

The name landed like a brand.

My pussy clenched so hard, a fresh rush of wetness slipping out onto the sheets.

"You like that name, don't you," he murmured, feeling the way my body reacted.

"My sweet little cumslut who walks into rooms she should not, who gets on her knees for a stranger who comes on her tongue and then begs for more." 

"Yes, I whispered, the word broken, honest. Yes, daddy." 

He kissed the corner of my mouth, he tasted like me, then he pulled the thin straps of my dress down in one rough tug, exposing my tits completely, cool air hitting my already tight tits.

"Fuck, look at these," he growled, eyes dark with hunger.

His mouth crashed onto my left breast first, lips sealing around the nipple and sucking hard, deep pulls that made my back arch off the bed again, a loud moan ripping out of me.

"Shit...oh my god...".

He sucked stronger, tongue flicking the tip while his lips stayed locked, the wet heat of his mouth sending sparks straight down to my still-throbbing pussy.

His hand grabbed my other tit, he sqeezed hard, thumb rubbing the nipple in rough circles before he switched sides, mouth latching onto the right one with the same intense suction.

Gosh!, it feel so filthy and perfect, the way he sucks like he was trying to pull something out of me, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp, then sucking harder again, loud wet sounds filled the quiet room.

My hands flew to his hair, holding him against my chest, tits rising and falling fast under his mouth.

He groaned against my skin, the vibration making my nipples even tighter, and kept going, switching from one to the other, sucking deep, long, hungry pulls, saliva making them shiny, the peaks red and swollen from his mouth.

"Fuck, your tits taste as good as your cunt," he muttered between sucks, then sealed his lips around the left nipple again and pulled hard enough that my toes curled.

I dripped again my pussy clenched hard the dual sensation of his mouth on my tits and the memory of his tongue between my legs made me dizzy.

"Please," I begged. My voice cracked, I need more, I need your cock...".

He lifted his head just enough to look at me, lips wet, one hand still squeezing my breast, his thumb flicked my sensitive tip.

"Not with my dick, sweet little cumslut," he said, his voice low and final, "but I am nowhere near done with these pretty tits or that greedy pussy."

Then his mouth was back on me, sucking even harder, and I knew I was going to come again just from the way he treated my body like it already belonged to him.

And I am fucking not going to let him go w

ithout taking his number. 

"Cutttttt," a man snapped.

He came out from the other side of the room. 

Cut? What the fuck is going on?.