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I squirmed beneath Mitchell’s looming figure, the absurdity of the situation only heightening the searing heat pooling between my thighs. My rent was overdue, and now he stood over me, his rugged features twisted into a snarl of displeasure. A spark of apprehension and raw, primal excitement raced through me as I realized he intended to collect the debt in the most carnal of ways.
“Get on your knees,” Mitchell growled, his roughened tone sending shivers down my spine.
As I complied, his calloused hand grasped the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. The thick bulge of his arousal pressed insistently against my cheek, an unspoken demand. I parted my lips, and he ruthlessly shoved himself past them, the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat.
Rent’s Due!
Mitchell’s hips jerked forward, forcing me to take him deeper. The musky taste of his skin and the salty tang of his pre-cum filled my senses. I struggled to accommodate his girth. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from the brutal invasion, but the pain only intensified the succumbing pleasure that rippled through me.
“Fuck, your mouth was made for this,” he grunted. Then his grip on my hair tightened as he began to piston in and out of my throat.
I gagged and sputtered, but Mitchell didn’t relent, using my mouth as a receptacle for his pent-up lust. The use of my body as payment was beyond degrading.
“Just like that, dirty girl,” Mitchell panted, his breath hot against my face as he fucked my mouth with increasing fervor. “Take it all, you owe me.”
As he pushed past my gag reflex again and again, I realized Mitchell wasn’t just collecting rent – he was owning me, body and soul. And in that moment, I surrendered to the ruthless pleasuring, my womb clenching with the craving for more. I was his now, a plaything for his darkest needs, and the knowledge only heightened the forbidden, shameful thrill coursing through me.
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