His eyes meet mine.“Your eyes are dead.It’s like you don’t see anything or care about anything anymore.It’s so fucking attractive.I want to see how beautiful they’ll look while you choke on my cock.”
I must have choked on my spit for a moment.However, my pussy throbs at his dirty words.Anticipation surges through me and takes me in a chokehold.
He stands before me, his green eyes on me as he slowly undoes his fly.His slacks and briefs come down at once, revealing his thick, veiny cock leaking with pre-cum.My throat dries up as my stomach clenches with hunger.He’s so big.
“Spread those pretty lips,” he orders, stroking himself.
I didn’t think a man stroking himself could be so attractive until now.My lips part softly, and I could have sworn that a drop of drool leaked from my mouth.
His cock teases the skin of my face, leaving trails of pre-cum everywhere it touches and causing me to moan softly.The veins around it remind me of how wicked his aura is.And when he pushes himself into my mouth, I thrust my chest forward, wanting to have more of him.
He fills up my mouth so much that I can’t think of anything else.It’s my mouth he’s claiming, yet it feels like he’s invading my body.It’s the most unsettling and consuming thing ever.
“So beautiful,” he cups my face, stroking it.
He pulls out of my mouth and slams back in without warning.I moan, clenching my thighs together.I want to reach for his legs and hold on to them, but being subdued and made to take his cock down my throat only stimulates me more.
I try to suck him off, to gain control over the situation, but he brutally thrusts in and out of me, wordlessly reminding me that he’s in control.
He wants to use me, so that’s what he does.
He uses me so mercilessly that I’m whimpering, struggling for breath, and dripping all over my thighs.
He grips my hair harshly as he begins to fuck my mouth roughly.
“You look so fucking beautiful from up here, taking my cock just like the little slut you are.”He degrades me with his words, and all I want is to please him even more.
I don’t understand that twisted dynamic.
Every time he pulls out of me, I think I’ll get the chance to breathe until he slams back in, consumes me, and ruins me all over again.It’s both electric and maddening.
He begins to trigger my gag reflex when his pace toughens up.My eyes blur with tears, drool leaking from each side of my mouth.My moans thicken in pitch, echoing through the shower.They reach my ears and almost make me shrink because of how foreign, used up, and desperate I sound.
“There’s a good girl—take it all in.”My scalp burns from his ruthless grip, but the pain only bleeds into the pleasure and blurs the lines.
My eyes almost drift shut as tears stream down my face.
“You look so alive with your mouth wrapped around my cock.It’s maddening.”He grunts, tossing his head backward.
I should feel dirty, submitting to being claimed by a man who has blood on his hands.But it’s the closest thing to being alive I have felt since I lost her.It crushes my grief and replaces it with pleasure as I have never known before.
I want to reach between my legs to stroke myself, but my hands are bound behind me.My tits bounce softly as he slams in and out of my mouth, reaching for his climax with every thrust.
He thickens up inside my mouth as a low sob exits my lips.His eyes, now thoroughly darkened and predatory, are fixed on me as his body tenses up, and he hits his release.
Warm, sticky cum spills into my mouth.
“If a drop comes back up, I’ll pin you against this cubicle, fuck you until you are sore, then do it all over again,” he threatens.
I swallow every drop of his cum with pride.
His thumb darts around the corner of my lips, gathering some stains, only to push them into my mouth and make me suck on his finger.
“I should kill you, but I won’t.”He tucks himself back into his pants.
“Why?”
“Because today isn’t the day you die.”
