Prison Throne by T. Styles

doesn’t mean anything to me and I will never hurt you again.”
                  Her mind maintained that his tongue spoke lies but her heart rejoiced. Whether or not it was true, for the moment anyway, it felt so damn good.
                  Rasim lowered his body and gently spread her legs apart. He could smell the faint musty odor stemming from her pussy but it was not offensive in the least. It just meant she had been a wreck since she left dance class and, thanks to his bullshit, she didn’t have time to shower.
                  Even if she smelled of the foulest sea, he would still kiss her until she was all clean. Because he was certain that, if nothing else, he was the only man who had ever entered her body, which was more than he could say for Selena the Siren.
                  He placed his partially open mouth over her pussy and blew a blast of warm air onto her clit. He liked to heat up her button before he did his thing and she loved it too.
    “Piss on my face, Snow,” he ordered.
    “No, Rasim,” she whispered and tried to clamp her thighs together.
    He slapped them apart again and his red handprint presented itself on her skin. The only time Rasim agreed with beating women was in the bed and Snow secretly loved it.
    “Piss on me,” he demanded more aggressively.
    Fuck that nigga! She thought.
    If he wanted it, she would let him have it. So she relaxed her body and pissed all over Rasim’s face, drenching the carpeted floor beneath them.
    He wanted to be degraded.
    He wanted to be punished.
    When she was finished, she felt eerily vindicated but Rasim was far from done. He blew warm breaths into her pussy again until she was as hot as a furnace. He lapped his tongue repeatedly over her clit. Up and down, left and right until her syrup was oozing into his mouth.
    “Rasim,” she wept, “I love you so fucking much.” Snow was crying real tears, not tears of joy and that fucked with Rasim’s head.
    It hurt his heart to know that because of the shit he did on the street, he had broken his angel’s heart yet again.
    Worried she was on the verge of cumming too soon, he stopped laboring on her clit. Instead he entered her warm tunnel with his stiff tongue recurrently, until she was clenching his ears like handles and bucking her hips wildly.
    Rasim was skinny but he knew how to beg and fuck. That was for sure.
    After fifteen minutes, when he’d given her tunnel the proper observation, he revisited her clit again. Rasim’s dick was so swollen and erect that it was uncomfortable to lie on his belly so he reached into his jeans, shifted that bitch to the right and proceeded to handle his business.
    Not being able to enter her was torture!
    As much as he wanted to bury himself inside of Snow’s body, this shit was not about him. It was all about his sweet baby.
    However, in a surprising turn of events, Snow was so wet and Rasim was so turned on that he was able to rub one out on the floor anyway. It was the first time he was able to cum like that but he would never forget it. Without the benefit of entering her body, she still satisfied him.
    Amazing.
    Rasim was even more passionate as he gripped her thighs and buried his face so deep into her mound that, before long, Snow exploded over his lips. Even though she begged him to stop because her clit was tender, Rasim licked and licked until all of her juices were gone and that’s when he really went to work on her.
    The morning dropped by when Rasim finally stopped. And it was only because his jaw was so stiff it was discomforting and she couldn’t cum anymore if she tried.
    That was the best begging he had done in his life and he only hoped she could feel his heart and feel his sincere apology.
    He regretted hurting her.
    He truly did.
    Rasim had to hit the blocks to get his paper but he didn’t want to leave her.
    He was still between her legs when he looked up and asked, “Can I stay here a little