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Itβs almost humiliating how calm he sounds.
His voice is smooth, even, not a single waver in it as he speaks into the phone. Like he ainβt got his cock buried to the hilt inside you. Like he ainβt grindinβ his hips slow, deep, makinβ sure you feel every thick inch stretchinβ your little pussy open.
You try to move, to twist away, but Boothillβs got a hand on the back of your neck, holdinβ you down against the mattress, his palm firm and unyielding. The other hand? Holdinβ his damn phone to his ear, havinβ a conversation like this ain’t nothin’.
βMmhm. Yeah, Iβll be there in an hour.β His voice is steady, casual. βJust gotta finish up some business first.β
You whimper, your walls clenching around him involuntarily, and that earns you a sharp thrust, deep enough to steal your breath.
Boothill donβt even flinch. He donβt miss a beat.
You try to hold back the next moan, but heβs meanβdrivinβ his cock into you slow, makinβ you take him, makinβ you suffer for whatever sin you committed today. His free hand slides down, pressing against your lower belly, feelinβ himself inside you.
Your eyes squeeze shut.
He muffles your sounds with his fingers, pushinβ two between your lips, holdinβ your jaw open as he continues his conversation like he ainβt rearranginβ your guts.
βYeah, that dealβs still on the table,β he murmurs, voice deep and amused as your tongue swirls around his digits, hot and wet, drool dribblinβ from the corners of your mouth. βJust gotta tie up some loose ends.β
Your body jerks when he fucks into you harder, rougher, like heβs provinβ a point. The head of his cock hits something devastating inside you, and you nearly sob around his fingers, the sound barely a muffled whimper.
Boothill chuckles, like he knows. Like he enjoys it.
Your body betrays you, hips rolling back into his thrusts, chasing the friction.
You hate him.
You love it.
βYou done?β he murmurs into the phone, voice a little tighter now, but still steady, still in control. βGood. Iβll see you soon.β
The moment he hangs up, his hand leaves your neck, fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can murmur against your ear.
βYou just donβt learn, do ya, sugar?β
His next thrust knocks the breath outta you, leaves you seeing stars.
And now that he ainβt gotta stay quietβ
Daddy gets real mean.
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