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“We haven’t got all night, love,” the Russian said.
I fell to my knees on the scruffy carpet, eyes boring into the fleshy, vein-covered dildo. Swallowing down my nerves, I opened my mouth and slid the tip in.
Ugh, it tastes awful, I thought, but tried not to cringe. Only the image of my bank account growing as fat as a happy cat in a matter of minutes allowed me to take in the dildo until the top of it brushed the roof of my mouth.
The lack of lubrication made the movement awkward.
“You need to lick it, so it slides in easier,” Aaron commented like he was some kind of instructor.
I pulled off the dildo and narrowed my eyes in his direction. Then I ran my tongue from the base to the top in rapid motions.
“Slower,” Darren ordered.
I huffed. Were they really going to critique me the whole time? Rolling my eyes, I started slower.
“Oof,” Kieran said. “Romero, you should spank her for rolling her eyes like that.”
I stiffened, feeling a coil of heat lash through my body, ending between my thighs. My eyes widened. I waited for Romero to respond, but he didn’t. It damn near killed me not to peek over my shoulder with the dildo still in my mouth.
“That sweet little ass bent over this table,” Darren agreed.
Their words concerned me, and for some reason, made my body hot. A throbbing started in my clit that I so desperately wanted to soothe. I bobbed slowly on the dildo, taking it until I gagged, then sucking on just the tip.
“Fuck,” Aaron hissed.
I assumed it was me that made him sound almost pained. It made my attention to the fake cock in front of me become more languid. I let them watch my tongue trace each of the veins and flick the little slit at the tip.
My mouth watered and the sounds grew wetter.
“Take it deeper,” a raspy voice demanded, and I obeyed automatically, before my brain had time to register who had spoken.
I paused, taking a deep breath.
It was Romero. I forced myself not to look behind me.
A few of the men sniggered at Romero, who clearly was as interested in watching me suck a cock as the rest of them.
Then, slowly, I took it deeper, stopping when it triggered my gag reflex.
“You have to relax your throat,” Rafael drawled. “Let it in. Picture the man you’re blowing. His hands gripping that silky blonde hair and helping you ease it all the way in.”
His dirty words were all I could hear as I did it. My eyes welled with moisture. Waiting, letting myself adjust. I pictured the golden thighs I imagined resting my hands on. I dug my nails into the chair like it was his hard, muscular flesh instead.
The fantasy swept over me, the man starring in it slowly rocking his hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper, timing it so I could gasp for a breath before his thrusts grew harder and more forceful.
I wanted to taste his cum, feel him spurt in the back of my throat. His voice was like velvet and sin, coaxing me to milk him into my mouth.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I loved it. My hand slid aside the fabric covering my center to swirl a finger around my aching clit.
Vaguely I heard someone swear, another chuckle. I didn’t care if all his friends watched me suck his cock. Let them see how good I was.
I wanted him to know it too.
In my mind I heard him grunt, his body tightening before blasts of hot cum shot down my throat. I swallowed it all, my fingers working harder as my own orgasm burst from me.
My scream was muffled by his thick cock—name inaudible as it passed through my lips—before I jerked back and sucked in a breath.
And blinked, dazedly. The vivid imagery of my twisted mind left me reeling.
