chapter 39

Emily's breath came quick after her barrage of dirty circumcision questions, the room thick with their shared heat, her hand still stroking Alex slow and teasing on his hard cock—the scar under her thumb pulsing with every word he'd spilled. She felt that feminine rush peak, slutty and powerful, her pussy already soaked from the talk alone. "Fuck, baby," she whispered, sliding off the bed to her knees between his legs, eyes locked on his with that vampy gleam. "All those answers have me dripping. Time for a mix—me owning you femdom style, then submitting like your good girl. Call me those filthy names; makes me feel so sexy."

Alex nodded, his voice rough as he sat up, hand cupping her chin. "Get to it, my bitch—suck that scar like the slut you are."

The words hit her core like fire, boosting her confidence as she leaned in dominant first, hands pinning his thighs wide, lips sealing tight around the head with commanding pulls—tongue lashing the exposed ridge hard, bobbing deep to gag herself on purpose. "You look so manly like this," she gasped between sucks, her voice husky, "sitting tall, cock throbbing for me—makes me wet just seeing your power." Saliva dripped messy, the fishy musk filling her senses, turning her on fierce as she hummed around him, controlling the pace like a queen.

He groaned, fingers tangling in her ponytail. "That's my whore—take it deeper, felatrix bitch."

She flipped submissive then, slowing to worshipful strokes, yielding to his guiding hand, throat relaxing fully as she let him thrust gently. "God, you're so manly on your throne," she murmured, pulling off briefly, her lips glossy and swollen, "watching me kneel—I'm soaking from it all, the names, your scar pulsing in my mouth." She dove back, sucking with devoted moans, the mix thrilling her—femdom in the tease, sub in the surrender—until he tensed.

"Cum for your harlot," she urged, sealing tight.

He did, flooding her mouth with hot, rank spurts—fishy and salty. For the first round, she pulled back on that sub note, letting it pool on her tongue before spitting it out messily onto his thigh, a dribble escaping her lips as she licked them clean. "Kinky tease," she purred, wiping her chin, wetness trickling down her thigh from the rush.

But she wasn't done; arousal thrummed through her, and she stroked him back to hardness quick, eyes pleading up. "Round two—call me your slut while I swallow it all." She started femdom again, pinning him with her gaze and sucks, then sub yielding deeper, gagging softly as his hand guided her.

"My filthy slut—swallow like the harlot whore you are," he growled, the names making her clit throb.

"You're so manly, baby," she gasped between bobs, "dominating from above—everything's got me drenched, the words, your cock owning my throat." She hummed submissively, taking him fully until he came again, spurts hitting her tongue hot and thick. Happily, she swallowed every drop, throat working greedily, moaning in satisfaction as the fishy warmth slid down.

Pulling off with a gasp, Emily rose to kiss him deep, sharing the faint aftertaste. "Perfect mix—your names make me feel so feminine, so desired." They tangled together, spent and close, her body glowing from the release and both having a peaceful enjoyable day together.