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“Why do you hate me so much?”
“If you don’t stop asking questions, I will make you stop by shoving my dick down your throat.” His voice booms through the shower stall, vibrating off the walls and into my bones. My pussy clenches at the thought of his huge dick in my mouth and when I look up to meet his gaze, for the first time I see a flicker of emotion, one single emotion lingers there…excitement.
I press my lips together to keep me from talking and a small smirk tugs on his lip. The excitement I saw in his eyes a second ago fades away and for some stupid reason, I don’t like that. I want to keep seeing it. I want to have some kind of connection with him. For one, it might be the only way he’ll let me live. And two, even if he kills me, at least I’ll experience this with someone before I die. I never had any kind of connection with a man before, not physically or emotionally. My father wouldn’t allow either, and right now, I just want this. I just want him.
Gulping down my nervousness, I sink down to my knees in front of him. His eyes go wide as he raises his eyebrows in question. I look up at him, licking my lips as he turns his head sideways like he is studying me.
Raising my hand slowly, I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. Just like the rest of him, it’s huge. I start stroking him just as Trey showed me how to do. Three strokes in and Declan grunts approvingly. That grunt though nothing like Trey’s pleased smile, or Wes’s lust-filled gaze is something I want to hear again.
Bringing my head closer to his throbbing cock I suck the smooth tip into my mouth. My movements are hesitant because I’m not sure how to do this, but I know I must be doing something right since Declan is moaning every time I swirl my tongue over the slit at the head of his cock.
For a moment I close my eyes and just let myself feel, the warm water caressing my skin, the base of his long shaft in my hand and the silky tip in my mouth. Even though I’m the one on my knees, for now, I feel like I hold all the power. Right now he is at my mercy and when I open my eyes again and look up, I think he knows it too.
His eyes soften and without warning he reaches for me lifting his hand to my face, cradling it gently. He runs his thumb back and forth over my cheek as if he’s trying to soothe some type of ache that he knows resides deep inside of me. I’m so thrown off by his touch. Utterly confused and yet panting with need. This man is a walking contradiction. One minute he tells me he wants me dead, and the next his fingers softly trace the outlines of my face.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” His voice seems deeper.
I shake my head gently, hoping he isn’t going to pull away or make me stop. He stares at me for a long time, almost as if he’s trying to make up his mind all while I continue stroking his dick with my hand and swirling my tongue around the tip at the same time.
After a short while, he lifts his other hand, placing it on the other side of my face, holding me in place. Then slowly he starts to flex his hips, thrusting into my mouth. His smooth cock slides over my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat, even though I still have my hand wrapped around the base of it. A jolt of panic rushes through my veins when I start to gag, but then he pulls back out and the feeling disappears, my panic going with it.
“Relax your throat. Swallow when you feel like you need to gag.” His voice is low and raspy like a rumble coming from deep within his chest.
I do as he tells me and swallow when he reaches the back of my throat. To my surprise it works, I’m barely gagging now even though he starts to thrust deeper with every stroke.
It doesn’t take long before he sets a rhythm and I just go with it, letting him guide me, use me for his pleasure. Every few strokes, he pulls out all the way to let me suck in a quick breath. His hands remain on the side of my head, his thumbs drawing tiny circles against my heated cheeks. His tender touch is such a stark contrast to the rest of him that I lean into the touch like a purring kitten. If this is the only chance I have of feeling this side of him, then I’ll take it.
