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“See? You might fight me, but your body already knows it belongs to me,” Gareth murmured. “Now, I think it’s only fair you give me something after that.” The hand between my legs lifted, and he let my neck go, spinning me to face him.
My body still felt all tingly after that orgasm, and as I gazed up into his green eyes, I knew there’d be no escaping this tonight. I could work on building up a resistance to him when he didn’t have me in his web.
He still wore his glasses, but they did nothing to lessen the disdain and fury radiating from him. With his brown hair slicked back, he wasn’t ready for bed, I realized. He was just as put-together as he’d been earlier… which meant he’d feigned going to bed all for me, so I’d get the courage to sneak over here and see for myself what was in the pool house.
This had been a trap all along, and I’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
“How good are you on your knees?” Gareth asked, his voice taking on a huskiness it hadn’t had before. His hands had turned to his own pants, working to undo everything that was in the way.
“I’ve never—” I couldn’t finish the sentence, mostly because an evil smirk crossed his face.
“Good. That means your mouth is all mine, then. I take it that also means you’ve never fucked before?” Such crass language, it made my heart beat even faster and my thighs squeeze together.
“No.” What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I answering him like I owed him a response? He had no right to know those things about me. None at all. He could say I belonged to him every waking moment and it wouldn’t make it true. I didn’t really belong to him. He was my stepbrother. None of this should be happening.
But here we were.
“I take it that means you’re not on any birth control?” Gareth spoke, cocking his head at me. His pants were undone and to the side of his hips, letting his boxers tent, showing just how turned on he was.
“No. I mean, yes. Yes, I am.” Mom had gotten me on birth control when I was fifteen—thought it’d help me get more of a social life. Basically telling me I could whore myself around if I wanted to, but the only time I should get pregnant out of wedlock was to trap a wealthy boy.
Yeah, the lessons my mom had taught me weren’t very good ones.
The smile that spread on his face after that was one of pure wicked glee. “Good. But for now, I want that mouth, so get on your fucking knees, Brianna.” When I hesitated, he brought a hand to the back of my head, his fingers curling in my hair and pulling tightly, yanking my head back so hard I had to gasp. “Get on your knees while I’m still feeling nice.” He viciously let go of my head.
Thiswas Gareth being nice? Fuck. I really didn’t want to know what he was like when he was being mean.
Though I didn’t want to, though I literally wanted to tell him off and storm out of here, I sank to my knees before him. He had to spread his legs apart so his crotch could be at the same level as my head. I stared daggers at the tented boxers.
Gareth reached into the open slot of his boxers and pulled his cock out, stroking it once. “Don’t you dare use teeth. If you do, I’ll make you regret it.” That was a promise of violence on my part, I knew, if I tried to hurt his precious dick.
My eyes stared at the one-eyed snake in front of my face. Only three inches away, hard as a rock. Circumcised and thick, full of veins and angry pink skin. I’d known what a cock looked like before, but seeing one in person was way different.
It wasn’t as alien-looking as I’d thought of them before, maybe because it was a little different in person as opposed to pictures.
I licked my lips. How hard could it be? I mean, there was no way I’d be able to take his entire length into my mouth, unless I wanted to gag and possibly throw up, but surely I could get the hang of it. Right?
…Right?
I didn’t know how to start, so I took my tongue and flicked it over the tip of his cock, tasting something salty. I then twirled my tongue around his tip, which he must’ve liked, because he let out a low moan at that. Lifting a hand, I wrapped it at the base of his cock—mostly so I wouldn’t gag myself too hard from it—and opened my mouth, inching forward and taking his cock in.
Bit by bit, his cock filled my mouth. I had to keep my jaw open as wide as it could go so it wouldn’t scrape against my teeth. Now… what?
He must’ve sensed my cluelessness. “Bob your head,” Gareth ordered. “Suck me like a piece of candy. Just do something. You can’t just sit there with my dick in your mouth.”
My eyes closed, I listened to him. I started to move my head along, rocking his length in and out of my mouth with a slow pace. He’d told me to suck him like candy, so every so often, when I pulled my mouth back to the tip of his cock, I did just that.
He seemed to like that, because he growled out, “Oh, fuck. Yeah, just like that.” Without saying another word, his hand came down upon my head, and he guided my pace.
It took a bit of getting used to. I wasn’t someone who was used to giving blow jobs, but I liked to think I learned fast. Gareth sneered at me when I did something he didn’t like, or if my teeth scraped against his cock too much, but he also let out guttural moans when I did something right. He was very vocal when his cock was in my mouth.
I wished I could say I hated it, but once we got going, it was impossible to have any logical thoughts in my head. Hearing Gareth moan, knowing I was the one bringing those sounds out of him… it wasn’t the worst thing.
How stupid was that?
Gareth’s hips began to move, his cock pumping in and out of my mouth with its own pace. With his hand still in my hair, I could do nothing but let him set the pace. I had to fight through gagging a few times, but I managed to keep it together, somehow.
“I’m about to come. You better swallow me down like a good little slut.” His voice came out hoarse and husky. No one, whether they were in their right mind or not, could deny him.
