He was trying to hold back, but I didn’t need him to. My hand slipped past the open zip, curling around his heavy balls. I wasn’t here to play nice.
I wanted to erase her from his memory and leave him with nothing but me.
He hissed and gripped my head.
Yes.
I sucked harder, devouring him until the thick crown bumped the back of my throat.
I swallowed—bitter chocolate, sweet raspberry, and the raw taste of him coating my tongue.
“Relax your throat, toy,” he growled.
Ah. So he was still sore about me calling him my toy.
I let go of his balls and gripped his trousers, ignoring the throb between my thighs. I opened wide as he pushed—gentle at first, then harder. Impatient. Desperate to claim me.
He was lodged in my throat, stretching me open, my heart pounded, then he punched down my throat. I gagged, closing my eyes when they began to water.
“Good fucking toy. Let me fuck your throat,” he rasped, dragging me closer, burying himself deeper down my throat.
I clung to his thighs as he began to move—slow, brutal thrusts that made my eyes water and my throat ache.
“Look at you,” he snarled, voice frayed with lust. “Taking it like you were made for my cock.”
My nails bit into his skin, but he didn’t stop. He gripped my hair, guiding my pace like I was his personal plaything—his to use, to train, to own.
And I let him.
Because this wasn’t just power.
This was possession.
“Yes! Fuck, yes,” he roared, holding me against him until I was pressed into his trousers.
I felt him jerk and expand, but he quickly pulled back.
“Open and don't swallow,” he panted, fisting himself rapidly while I gasped for air.
I blinked in shock when the first jet of hot come hit my lips and tongue. He grunted as more come filled my mouth. I held my mouth wide open, receiving every last drop of my prize.
How he had anything left in his balls was beyond me. Yet he filled my mouth.
He sighed, smearing the remnants on my lip. I released his trousers, stretching my aching fingers.
He crouched down beside me. The mousse glass in hand and proceeded to spoon it into my mouth.
“Now you can swallow,” he said with a smirk and tapped my nose.
I swallowed everything down, the salt, sweet and bitter.
When I licked my lips, he gathered my face in his hands and kissed me—slow and deep, like he wanted to taste every sin we’d just committed.
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It was strange but pleasant sharing a bed with someone. Silas had me tucked into his chest, and even in sleep, his possessive hand remained on my thigh.
Mother was due home tonight.
