I know he told me to stay still, but it’s impossible. I’m fucking his face with my pussy and grinding my hips almost desperately as he peppers bites on my thighs, marking me with his sharp teeth. His dark eyes stay locked on mine, daring me to come, daring me to piss him off. Daring me to defy him.
A cold sweat breaks out on my skin, and just as I’m about to let go, he flips me onto my front.
He guides me onto my knees, spreading my cheeks apart with his rough fingers. Anticipation swells in my chest as a chill of cold air kisses my back hole and swollen slit. I quiver as I bury my head in the pillow. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I wouldn’t feel this comfortable being so exposed if it weren’t for the alcohol swimming through my veins.
“I’m going to fuck these holes one day,” he breathes, leaning in to drag his tongue from my throbbing clit to my anus. He circles my exit, probing me with the tip, and then proceeds to rim me senseless until my eyes roll back and my thighs tremble.
“Please,” I whimper, the sound muffled in the pillow. “Please, let me come.”
“Did you or did you not let your friend touch you in the kitchen?”
“Touch me?” My words come out garbled as he laps up my juices with a slow swipe of his tongue before swirling it around my entrance until tears soak the pillow. I need to come. I need it so fucking bad.
“He had his hand on your back, did he not?”
My choked sob has him chuckling against my soaked cunt. “Please, Dominic.”
“Are you going to drink my cum like a good whore? Choke on my dick and thank me for it?”
“Yes, p-please, just…please.”
“Beg me for it.”
“Please make me come. Please!”
Dominic flops me over onto my back before he stands up and unbuckles his belt to free his massive cock. He grabs hold of my arm, hauling me to my knees, then fists a handful of hair at the nape of my neck as he jerks his dick in front of my face. “You don’t touch me, get it?”
Mesmerized by his veiny dick, I lick my lips. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him why he won’t let me touch him, but I lose all train of thought when a bead of precum seeps from the head.
“Get it?” His grip on my hair tightens until it hurts.
“Yes,” I reply, looking up at him. He yanks me back and orders me to open my mouth. I stick my tongue out, my scalp prickling with pain while he beats his dick over my face.
“You want this? You want my dick in your pretty mouth?”
When I try to nod, his grip on my hair won’t let me. The sharp bite of pain has tears pricking my eyes, but it’s of the good kind.
“Let Aron touch you again, and I’ll kill him. I don’t give a shit how pretty you look begging for my cock, or how needy you are. No one gets to touch you except for me.”
Why is it that the more he degrades me, the more aroused I get? Why do I love the vile words spilling from his mouth while he beats his dick as though he wants to rip it off? Why do I respond to this unhinged side of him?
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cum.”
“I want your cum, Dom.”
His eyes darken at the nickname, his fingers twitching in my tangled hair.
“Can I taste your cock now?” I ask as more precum seeps from the crown.
His harsh breaths and the sound of slapping skin play a symphony to the desire inside me. I’m coming undone as he pauses to rub his thick cock across my cheeks and over my parted lips. I try to taste him, but he pulls me away, back to jerking his cock. “You don’t get to taste or touch me.”
I almost cry at his declaration, prepared to beg, but before I can open my mouth to speak, cum erupts on my face. I open my mouth just in time to catch a few precious squirts. Dominic grunts, his fingers loosening on my hair before theytighten again. He keeps me out of reach, panting as he slows his movements.
I stare up at him through cum covered lashes and make a show of licking him off my lips, still drunk enough to feel brave in the face of the monster residing behind that hard stare.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and his gaze darkens, like storm clouds gathering over a valley. He bends down to collect my shorts, using them to wipe my face before tossing them at me. “Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”
I stare at the shorts for a beat, then release an incredulous sound. My clit is throbbing. “What about me?”
