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“Is this what you wanted? Do as I please, my cock filling this innocent mouth? I’m about to come down your throat. And you won’t be so innocent anymore. How will you feel then?”
He’s trying to scare me. Hope I’ll plead for him to stop. But I refuse to walk away now. I can’t reply with this thickness full in my mouth, so my answer is to work him faster. I fight through the soreness in my jaw and suck him harder. His mouth parts as his eyes become feral. I know the way I challenge him, refuse to bow down to him, angers him, but turns him on just as much.
“Wrong answer,” he growls, fucking my mouth faster, rougher, until he expands and a sudden gush of liquid shoots down my throat.
The swelling of his cock and cum filling my mouth is strange, but not unwelcome. I do my best to suck him clean, but some of his juices manage to drip down my chin. The taste isn’t awful. I work him until my jaw finally gives and he pulls out of my mouth.
“Now. Are we done here, Ms. Stone?” He tucks himself back in his pants and I’m caught off guard by his coldness. He thinks this change in attitude will do the trick. But I’m not leaving until he gives me what he demanded from me.
“Actually, we’re not.” I stand, latch my fingers to the hem of my top, and lift, pulling it over my head. Dropping the material to the ground, I push down my jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you I can handle whatever it is you think I can’t. Or, Mr. Cross, is it that you’re too scared I can?”
His eyes light up. The twitch in his hand flares. He’s on the brink. He wants to fight me. The strain in his eyes says exactly that. But I don’t stop. I unlatch my bra, exposing my full breasts to him, then push the thin lace of my thong down my legs. “What are you so worried about, Damien? That you may enjoy me? I think my innocence intrigues you. I’m a white canvas for all those thoughts running through your head. I’m offering you to mark me with—”
He can no longer control the twitch.
He advances on me, digging his fingers into my waist as he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the corner of the loft where his bed resides. “You think this is a game? You can just taunt me? I’m not your hero. I won’t save you. I won’t treat you like the delicate girl you are.” He tosses me onto the bed, my body bouncing and hair falling around my face. “I won’t be gentle with you. I won’t be kind. You will be a toy to me.” Like the animal he’s trying to paint himself as, he crawls up my body, using one hand to roughly squeeze my breast. “Remember that when the regret hits you for tempting such a bad man.” He slams his mouth onto mine and kisses me so fiercely, his teeth scrape against mine. He thinks he’s hurting me, but he’s doing the exact opposite. My lower belly is in a tailspin of sensations. His body covering mine feels right. His tongue working furiously in my mouth is perfect. God, I feel high. I can’t deny the small panic that I may have poked a bear I can’t tame. The fact remains the same, I’m inexperienced, messing with the master himself. But I want this. I want him to show me what it feels like to truly let go.
My hands dig into his hair and squeeze. My hips pull off the bed, allowing our bodies to grind. His hold on me tightens, his kiss deepens. “What the fuck are you up to?” he growls, taking a free hand to my breast and pinching my nipple. My head thrashes and my back is off the mattress, grinding into him. The small amount of pain is nothing compared to the shooting sensation down below.
“I’m using you to get fucked, Mr. Cross. What does it look like?” I moan, completely lost to the feeling he’s creating inside me.
Damien pinches my nipple harder, and I scream in surrender. He rips his lips off mine to bend down and sucks my flesh into his mouth. My fingers dig into his scalp urging him to release me. “Damien,” I plead, but my words fall on deaf ears. His intentions are clear. He wants to bruise me, mark me. His hand which is far from gentle, overpowers me and dips between my legs, opening me up. Two fingers plunge deep inside me, and with every pump, my body thrashes but begs for more. He pumps into me once, twice, three times. I can’t take any more. The sensations become too much. But then again, I fear him ever stopping. His mouth frees my throbbing nipple, but he’s not done. With both hands, he squeezes both my thighs and spreads me wide open. Before he devours me, his head lifts and when our eyes connect, I see it. The hunger. A shiver runs down my spine just as his mouth, eager and hungry, hovers over me for a moment and his hot breath tickles my most sensitive place. He begins to eat away at me like a starved savage beast.
