“Next time you think it’s a good idea to lie to me, you’d better be ready for the consequences.”

My heart thundered in my ears, and I was mere seconds away from spewing his cum all over the both of us. I needed to breathe!

As if my huge eyes imparted my desperate need for oxygen, he removed the pin. I sucked air through my nose, pulling it deep into my lungs, and thought my heart would pound right out of my chest.

But Rafe wasn’t done playing with me. He trailed his fingertips down the sides of my breasts, over my ribcage, and dipped a finger into my drenched center. Twisting my nipple between his teeth, he pulled, all the while keeping his eyes on mine. Grabbing another clothespin, he released my nipple and clamped it. The grip of that clothespin was torture, yet I liquefied even more around his finger moving in and out of me in unhurried slides.

His lips followed the valley between my breasts as he journeyed to the other side. I tensed, preparing for the pain of his teeth, followed by another clothespin. He seemed to take forever drawing my nipple outward until I could hardly stand the pain. By the time he fastened the second makeshift clamp, my other nipple had gone blessedly numb.

“I love your tits. I love your ass. I love everything about you. I love how you’re holding my cum in your mouth, just because I said so. I fucking love how you’re taking the pain.” He palmed his hard shaft. “Look what you do to me. My cock is incapable of quitting you.”

I blinked against the burn in my eyes, hating my slow surrender to the pull of his words.

“Rule number four,” he reminded me with a growl.

Just like that, the floodgates opened, and my tears hung on my lashes. Then they spilled over so his ravenous tongue could feast on them.

20. Nobody Praying For Me - Rafe

20. NOBODY PRAYING FOR ME - RAFE

The salt of her tears sent me into a frenzy, and my insufferable cock twitched at the taste. I was free to fuck her now without the worry of fathering another kid. I wondered if she realized that. I hoped she did, because if she forced me to punish her with ginger again…

Damn it to hell. I didn’t want to do it. I wanted her to be real with me so we could tumble into bed and forget the fucking world existed for a while.

“Spit, babe. I wanna see my cum all over those beautiful tits.” I wanted to make sure she hadn’t discreetly swallowed; the show was a bonus.

Parting her lips, she let my cum dribble over her chin and onto her heaving tits. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, curls a tempting tangled mess that teased her pink cheeks.