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His rough, masculine voice growling such dirty commands made my brain short-circuit. I don’t know how else to describe why I did what I did next.
“Now. Eat her out like a fucking feast.”
I didn’t realize the words weren’t directed at me until a hot, wet mouth latched onto my clit.
My mouth opened in an O of surprise and Sully took the opportunity to feed his cock between my lips.
For a second, the out-of-control feeling threatened to make me panic, scream, and flail. Fight or flight. I couldn’t do this. I was out, I couldn’t—
“Shh, that’s right. Take what I’m giving. No thinking. Give up thinking and just do. Suck my cock and embrace being the dirty little whore you are.”
I cried out, the emotions and physical sensations too overwhelming—but…
Then I gave in.
I surrendered.
I opened up and took Sully’s huge cock as deep as I could, grabbing on to the thick base if only for something to ground me and tether me to reality.
His masculine growl of pleasure at the action removed my last bits of sanity.
Suddenly everything that had seemed so complicated only moments ago, became easy. Clear. So simple.
Suck Sully’s cock.
Suck Sully’s cock like it was the only thing in this entire world. In this moment, it was. And it was so perfect in this moment, my life calmed down to this one object, worshipping him, bringing him pleasure, driving him insane, making him explode.
Make him growl like that again. Blow his mind. Suck the cum out of him until he felt what he was making me feel.
Because as the mouth worked my clit—which in my misting-over brain felt like just another extension of Sully—pleasure lit up and down every nerve in my entire body.
“That’s right.” Sully’s voice came out strangled.
I was affecting him and that made me burn hotter than any touch on my body.
I closed my lips even tighter around his cock, pressing as hard as I could on the shaft with my lips and then slowing down as I hit the crown. I moved tortuously slow as I bobbed on the bulbous tip. I sucked as hard as I could, trying to give as much pressure as possible while I bobbed back and forth a few quick times before plunging him deep into my throat again. He’d driven me out of my mind. I was a mindless creature, and I would make him the same.
He swore and his hand dropped to tangle in my hair.
He reached back and swatted my breast as he bucked into my mouth, down my throat. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Just like that. Fuck. Keep doing that. Now grab my balls.”
I did. They felt full to bursting, straining against the sack. I cupped them and lifted them up and against his body, determined to milk him hard.
Pleasing him was a clear, easy task. The easiest thing I’d done in months, in years, and suddenly I wanted it more than anything.
My own orgasm flowed over me like a wave lighting my skin from within. Tears coursed down my cheeks as I hummed and howled and moaned on Sully’s cock, shuddering around him.
And then, with a roar that drowned out all the other activity in the room, Sully shoved deep as deep could go into my throat, the salt of his seed spilling down.
So much of it that it filled up my throat, my mouth, and dripped out the corners of my lips.
Sully didn’t remove his cock. He bobbed in and out, looking down at me with surprised, heated eyes. He liked the sight of his cock spilling semen out of my mouth and down my neck onto my breasts.
I felt like we stayed like that for half an hour, but it was probably only minutes. Sully finally pulled back, lifting his leg from where he straddled above me. I wondered if that was it. Was the Trial over?
The rest of the members seemed too preoccupied with their own dicks to pay any more attention to us. It was just the two of us in this little corner of the room. I didn’t know where the other man had gone, and I didn’t care.
Sully didn’t say a word. He just reached out, rubbed some still shining cum from my bottom lip and spread it all around my chest and breasts.
Like he was marking me as his own.
7
Portia
I’d never experienced anything like this: extreme intensity followed by the most boring doldrums possible.
Half a week later after the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my life and I was ready to go stir-crazy. It didn’t help that my supposed “partner” in all this had decided to disappear into the business end of a bottle.
Or I should say, bottle after bottle.
I don’t think he’d been fully sober once ever since that night with the collar and what we’d done downstairs… I reached my hands to my heated cheeks. Anyway, he’d been checked out ever since.
