But I listened. For some ungodly, unknown reason, I listened.
This was fucking idiotic. Aureo was nearly twice my age and he was my father’s ride or die.
I thank God there weren't any cameras in this bar. I would be horrified if anyone saw me like that. Hell, I was horrified, just from the man before me.
Yet, here I sit, with a fucking belt on my throat like it’s a dog collar.
Slowly, I lowered my hands down to his legs again. My throat was already restricting itself from how badlyI wanted to gasp down mouthfuls of air. But I wasn’t going to push him until I was adjusted to the new sensation.
Aureo purred, “Good girl,” as his hands returned to my face and hair. “Good fucking girl. Take my cock out of my zipper, little devil. Careful of the metal. I don’t wear briefs, ever.”
I shuffled forward again and practically groaned as my knees dug into the hard floor. I would need a pillow if I was going to spend the entire night down there, on the floor, like his goddamnedpuppy.
Nevertheless, I did exactly as he asked of me. Without the loud crowd that typically filled Crows Cavern, or the music that was even louder, the sound of his zipper sliding down and over his length could have echoed, if it weren’t for both of our harsh breaths. I maneuvered his jeans just slightly, unbuttoning the metal holding them together, before my fingers met the soft flesh of his member. Doing as he said, my breath stuttering, I shifted his dick out of his jeans, narrowly avoiding the metal.
Holy hell, he wasthick.
Sure, I had slept around some, but even then, I wasn’t certain this thing could even fit inside my mouth.
I didn’t even like big dicks.
Theyhurt.
His grin only widened as he stared down at me. He moved his fingers back towards my mouth, only to shove two of his large fingers in my mouth. I wretched as I felt the pad of his index and middle finger against the back of my tongue, wholly unprepared for the movement. My head kicked back, trying to fight, but he only raised one of his brows as his other hand moved to the belt buckle, ready to tighten it again.
I was going to kill him.
Or he was going to kill me.
Or I was going to kill myself for noticing how my pussy clenched in need from the threat.
Regardless, only one of us would walk out of here tonight. I was sure of it.
He explored my mouth with his fingers, the calloused pads of his fingers so used to rubbing against the metal grooves of a bike now pressed against the inside of my cheek. I let him, refusing the urge to bite, up until he suddenly shoved his fingers down my throat once more. I lurched forward into him, the sliver of skin from my crop top meeting the leather material of the couch, gagging and coughing as my stomach lurched with me.
This was so fucking humiliating. I was going to throw up on the man who, for some unknown reason,thought finger fucking the pussy equates to the mouth as well. Tears escaped the corners of my eyes.
Aureo shushed me, his thumb wiping away the tear with a faux pout on his face. Only to take the wet fingers from my mouth, coated in my spit, and suck them clean himself, tasting the last shreds of my dignity. “That’s it, little one. Drool all over my hand like the slut you were before I owned you. Ah, ah. One more time,” he urged, shoving his fingers down my throat again. Just like he asked, I gagged and felt tears begin to roll down my face even more.
He couldn’t be serious.
“Please,” I begged around his fingers. “No more.”
He chuckled darkly, but showed pity and complied with me, nonetheless. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and I breathed a sigh of relief—as much as I could with the restriction around my throat, anyway. I watched his gaze filled with lust from the drool connecting us together. Just from those two reflex checks, I was breathless.
Faster than a blink, he started sucking on his own fingers, still coated with my spit.
Fuck, I wasaching. I had never wanted to be filled so much before.
His steel gaze hesitated for only a moment, his fingers still in his mouth, before he movedquickly again. He took his hand out of his mouth, only to wrap his fist around his dick, covering it with both of our spit. A grunt of pleasure left him and my clit pulsed with need from the sound. But he didn’t stop. He stroked himself, hard and fast, like he was going to cum all over my face in seconds.
He was so hard—the veins against the underside of his shaft bulging—and I desperately began to ache with the need of being filled as he continued to stroke himself again.
Fuck.
Double fuck.
Triple fuck.
