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"Excuse me?" She frowns. "I don’t understand."
"If you’re going to cry, the tears may as well be because your jaw is stretched wide enough to accommodate my cock."
"Wh-what?" She gapes.
"Very good. I like to see my women with their mouths wide open." I grip her shoulder and press down. She sinks to her knees, willingly. And fuck me, seeing her on the ground, with her head tilted up and jaw agape… It’s enough to send a jolt of lust shooting up my spine. I release her long enough to unhook my belt. The jangle of the buckle makes her gaze widen further. She begins to scoot away as I lower my zipper. I pull myself out, pump my dick once, twice. Her gaze follows my movements. Her eyes grow even bigger, until they take up most of her face. She watches as I swipe myself a third time from base to tip. I don’t need to look at myself to know pre-cum oozes from the slit on the crown.
Mouth still open, her chest rises and falls. The scent of her arousal leaches from her skin. "Does this turn you on, Princess? Does the thought of having my dick down your throat make your pussy clench with anticipation?"
Her shoulders tremble, she begins to lean back on her haunches, and I click my tongue. Instantly, she halts. She continues to stare at my crotch, and I feel myself grow longer, harder. The blood pumps through my veins, engorging my shaft further.
"Do you want my cock?"
She hesitates.
"Do you? This is your chance. Leave now, and we’ll both know how much of a coward you are. Stay, take your punishment, and it’ll be a sign that you’re serious at repenting."
Another shiver seizes her. She hunches her shoulders, her gaze still on where I’m stroking myself up, down, up. Her mouth is still open in an 'O' that tempts me, entices me, coaxes me to shove my throbbing length down that warm tight hole. That dark part of me that zings to the surface when she’s around, swirls through my veins.
"What’s it going to be, Sparrow? Are you going to leave, or are you going to stay?"
Abby
Stay. Stay. Stay.I’m going to stay. I’m going to stay right here, on my knees, which ache from where I’ve planted them on the hard pavement. I’m going to stay and let him stuff that long, thick, monster cock of his down my throat. I’m going to stay and allow him to use me.
And it’s not only because I deserve it. It’s not only because it’s right that I become his personal fuck toy… It’s also because Iwantto be his fuck toy. Iwantto take his dick. Iwantto lick the drops of pre-cum that ooze from the head of his cock. Iwantto swirl my tongue about his length and suck on him like he’s my favorite, exceptionally large lollipop. Iwantto feel his need, his anger, the remnants of the pain I inflicted on him which he still carries in his heart. Iwantto taste the lust I recognize in those stunning mis-matched eyes of his.I want to, just want him to… Want me. Does that make sense? And he’ll never want me the way I want him to want me. So, if this is the only way I’m going to have him, so be it.
"Well?" He pumps himself yet again, and my pussy squeezes in on itself.
"What’s it gonna be? Nod if you want me to fuck your mouth. Else get up and leave. Your choice."
Or not. There’s no choice here; not really. There’s only him and me and the years-old betrayal that separates us more effectively than a stone wall. There’s only the fact that I want him. That I need him. Need this. I tip up my chin, hold his gaze, and nod.
His eyes flash, and an expression of something like relief overtakes his features before he wipes it off his face. He lowers his hand, digs his fingertips into my hair, and pulls me forward until my mouth brushes up against his cock. A groan breaks free from him, then he thrusts his shaft in my mouth and down my throat.
I promptly gag. He doesn’t release me. His grip on my hair tightens. He yanks on it, and pinpricks of pain shiver down my neck, down my chest, only to bounce off my nipples and head straight to my core. My clit throbs, my core clenches, my knees tremble, and I grab at his thigh to anchor myself. His muscles are so hard, they may as well be stone. His eyes as he searches my face are twin laser beams of darkness bent on wreaking the most destruction. He pulls me back until his dick is poised between my lips, then tugs me forward so he slips down my throat. I gag again. Tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes.
"Fucking hell. You’re so tight, so damn hot. So very perfect." His tone carries a tinge of wonder that reaches some part of me deep inside. The part I knotted and tucked away after what happened between us. The guilt inside breaks free and seems to wash down my face with my tears.
He tilts his head, then scoops up the moisture on my cheek and brings it to his mouth. He sucks on his fingers, and his lips curl. "So fucking sweet. Just like your scent. And your gaze. And your curves. But we both know that’s all a façade. We both know what’s inside you, Sparrow, and that will never change."
But I have. I want to tell him that. I try to communicate it with my eyes. And maybe he sees…something, for he slows his pace. Something like tenderness struggles to break free behind his eyes, but he tamps it down.
"You don’t fool me." He begins to fuck my mouth in earnest. In-out-in. He tugs on my hair, sticks his cock down my throat with each forward lunge and pulls back to the edge of my lips with each backward motion. Every time he feeds me his dick, he groans and growls and curses. The clips from my hair fall out, strands tumbling down the sides of my face. He holds them back, glaring at where his shaft disappears between my lips. Then increases the intensity of the to-and-fro motion. His entire body jerks, and I grip his other thigh, holding onto him with all ten of my fingertips digging into his flesh.
He raises his gaze to mine, and the torture in his eyes, the heat in them, the lust that flares in them hits me directly in my chest. Moisture drips from between my legs, my breasts ache, and my nipples are so pointed, I’m sure I can cut glass with them.
It’s a blowjob; that’s all it is…
Only, it isn’t. It’s a religious experience, god help me. Flickers of heat shiver under my skin, and sparks of white dot my vision. The entire world around us fades. There’s only him and me and this…thing that stretches between us. This language that is our own, the one with which we can communicate as we’ve never done before. This…this is the bridge I can use to reach out to him. The connection I’ve been searching for to get through to him. This…is how I’m going to show him that I’m ready to make it up for everything I did to him. This… This is everything.
I hold onto him as his big body shudders, as sweat beads his forehead, as his features tense, and with a hoarse cry, he empties himself down my throat. He seems to come and come; the salty taste of his cum fills my palate.
"Swallow every drop, you hear me?" His harsh command sends another arrow of heat speeding through my veins. My entire body shudders.
His grip tightens on my hair, and he holds my gaze. He thrusts into my mouth one last time, then pulls out. I gasp, and my chest rises and falls. My mouth parts, as I squeeze my thighs together.
He releases his hold on my hair, then tucks himself inside his pants.
