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“Christ,” he grits out, his other hand cradling the side of my face as he pulls me off him. I sputter, coughing on my saliva, and glare up at him through the dark. “Thought you said you’d done this before, or am I just bigger than the other dicks you’ve put your little whore mouth on?”
He’s far bigger than anyone else I’ve ever gone down on, but I don’t take the bait, even as his dirty pet name makes me shiver.
The challenge in his question is clear, renewing my determination to make him buckle first. Wiping some of the snot from my nose, I dip my head, searching for his tip, and take it between my lips, flicking against the piercing on the underside.
His breath hitches as I swirl my tongue around his slit, lapping at the pearly beads of precum leaking from him. Focusing on keeping my breathing steady, I edge forward, bobbing slowly as I envelop more of him.
“That’s right, work me in. I fucking love feeling your mouth stretched around me. Can’t wait for it to be your tight little cunt.”
An involuntary moan rips from my throat, making my lips hum against his silky skin; he jerks inside me, tangling his fingers in my hair.
“Deeper,” he snaps, starting to cant his hips, taking charge of what’s supposed to be me proving him wrong. Annoyed, I disobey him for the first time and wrap my palm around his shaft, my fingers just barely touching each other.
His fingers tighten in my hair, and he starts to drag me off again, but I begin pumping my hand in time with his hips, matching him thrust for thrust, and he seems to get lost in the sensation.
I suck him in as deep as I possibly can, gagging and letting the drool spill out from my lips, coating him with it when I resume the messy motions, my fingers sticky and warm against him.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” His throaty sounds make my body feel lighter than air, carrying me off on a cloud of ecstasy as his hands grip the sides of my head, pumping faster and faster. “Goddamn, Fiona. Goddamn. That... Christ, that feels so good. Just like that, baby.”
I feel him twitch inside me, and I’m mentally preparing myself to swallow him whole, working my hand and forming a tight seal around his crown, his piercing clattering against my teeth, when he tears me away.
His cock bobs against my cheek, covered in my spit and snot.
Still holding him at the base, I dart my tongue out and run the tip over the purple vein on the underside of him up to the barbell, kissing his crown and searching for his gaze in the dark.
I find it, just barely, that familiar magnetism coursing powerfully between us, an electric charge that’s impossible to ignore.
“Why didn’t you finish?”
If he realizes I’ve spoken without permission, he doesn’t admonish me, only chuckles darkly. “Not where I want to come.”
Something animalistic wrenches from deep inside his chest, the sound feral and sinful, and I hear the swooshing of clothes being removed before he speaks again.
“I’d hoped to see your face the first time you came on my cock, but I suppose this will have to do.”
There’s some shuffling, and then he’s grabbing my hips and hauling me up; I grasp at him blindly, trying to find some kind of purchase as he moves, and he settles me over his naked hips as he lays flat on the ground, fingernails digging into my skin.
He tugs my dress up, pulling it off over my head, then works my panties down over my hips, shifting to pull them off my legs and toss them away.
“Sit on my cock, princess.”
My mouth falls open, half shocked and half turned the fuck on, desire pooling in my core. I feel myself leaking, adding to how soaked I got while I was sucking him, and the dampness between us makes me squirm.
I press my fingers into his chest, wishing I could see the tattoos inked into his skin, so I’d have something to concentrate on besides the heat ebbing between us.
“I can’t,” I say, my embarrassment scorching a path up my sternum, obliterating everything in its wake. Shifting, I try to slide off of him, but he holds my hips in place, propping his legs up for added restraint.
He leans up, brushing his nose along my jaw and inhaling deeply.
“I said,” he breathes, moving so our lips brush. “Sit on my fucking cock, whore. Take your punishment like a good little girl.”
Punishment feels like an understatement—as I grapple with how to proceed, flames rain down my body in the form of every insecurity and evil thought I’ve ever had, the reminder that I’m supposed to be letting him go stuck on a loop in my head, sucking me out of the moment completely.
My chest caves in on itself, fear filling the cracks where arousal should be, and my throat constricts, making it impossible to swallow. Sitting up, I pull my hands from him, trembling uncontrollably.
“Fiona.” He cups my cheeks in his palms, holding my face straight. I find the slope of his nose in the dark, just the sharp outline, and focus on it, tapping my finger against my thigh. “Come back to me.”
Heart pounding, I reach up and cover his hands with mine, letting him absorb my anxiety the way you might suck venom from a snake bite.
