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I gag violently, fully stuffed. He pulls out and thrusts back in just as roughly. I’ve never experienced this level of intensity or insanity. He takes my mouth with little regard for whether I can breathe or not, but the competitor in me won’t let him see how much he affects me.
My hands go around his waist to grab his ass, my fingers digging in roughly, and my eyes flick up to meet his. I hold his glare as he pounds in and out of my mouth and let him sate his pleasure.
“Say you’re sorry,” he says, emphasizing his demand with a thrust. I blink at him and open my jaw wider until I feel my lips crack. “Say it, Nera.”Thrust.“Say it with your mouth stretched wide around my cock.”Thrust.
He’s unapologetic in the way he takes what he wants, but I don’t give in. Wetness runs in rivulets down my cheeks and mixes in with my saliva and his pre-cum. I can see my lashes as I look up at him and I know my mascara is running lewdly down my face.
Thrust. “Tell me you’re sorry and I’ll go easy on you.”Thrust.He uses me for his own pleasure, driving harshly, selfishly into me. I tighten my hold on his ass and pull him against me, challenging him wordlessly to do his worst. He roars, his pace turning frenzied again.
“You don’t want that, do you? I mean look at you,” he whispers, darkly reverent. “With your makeup running sloppily down your cheeks. You look used up and well fucked already and I’m only on the first of your three holes. So perfect,” he praises. “Youwantme to fuck your mouth like this. Drooling and choking on my dick, on your knees for me in the dark while you rub your tight cunt. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” I growl around his length and he shoves deep inside me, a punishing thrust for the shiver I send coursing through him.
I hum again, trying to push him towards the edge and his eyes flash with brutal purpose.
He reaches down and pinches my nose, effectively blocking both my airways. My access to oxygen cuts off and my eyes widen. He deepens his thrusts as the carbon dioxide starts to build up in my lungs. I fight the panic that swells alongside it and narrow my eyes up at him.
Thrust.
Thrust.
The muscles of his stomach tense, even more defined than usual. Incoherent expletives fall from his lips aimlessly like he’s chanting some witchcraft, not praising me for having a hot, wet mouth.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
His teeth grit under the effort. “Apologize.”
Tristan punishes and punishes and I can’t breathe. With his other hand, he keeps my head from moving back. Black spots blur my vision. I’m in complete physical turmoil. I’m still rubbing my clit, closer and closer, higher and higher, towards a massive eruption and I don’t know what’s going to come first, my orgasm or me passing out.
I pinch my clit and buck, my muscles tensing as I climb the mountain. Time stops and I crest over the edge… and he yanks me violently back. He slaps my hand away roughly and the orgasm recedes with the speed of a Formula One race car.
“Apologize.”
“Sahhhy,” I mumble brokenly as best I can around his dick, finally giving in.
“Fuuuuuck,” he shouts, a garbled cry of pleasure. He tenses with his dick all the way down my throat and simultaneously releases my nose, letting me inhale a desperate, ragged breath of air.
Tristan comes for what feels like forever, jet after jet of his warm seed coating my throat. I swallow it but shoot him a glare, annoyed that he interfered in my own orgasm. He rumbles a final time, his stomach working sexily, his thumb brushing softly against my nose, before he pulls out of me. I take in my first real breath in long minutes and my brain thanks me.
He must see the discontent on my face because he tugs on my hair, forcing me to look back up at him.
“You come only when I tell you.”
Then he slams his lips down on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth like his dick wasn’t just there, like I’m not still swallowing his cum. The casual dirtiness of it makes fresh arousal seep from my needy, ignored pussy.
He shoves me to the ground, his body coming down on top of mine to crush me with his warmth. The polarity of the cold at my back and heat at my front drives me wild. His fingers brush against my sensitive nub almost lovingly. It’s not what I need and he knows it.
I writhe against his hand, searching for his touch. Each time I get close, he pulls away, eventually giving me a sharp slap when I moan discontentedly. It zaps through me and stops my whines on the spot.
He places himself on his side, raising his torso and balancing it with the forearm he sets down just above my head.
“You make me want to play new games,” he purrs, inches from my mouth. His arm frames the halo of my hair, his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my cheeks. “The latest one is how many different ways I can make you come, knowing that each will be your first time. We’ve already gotten a few out of the way, but tonight,” He brings his mouth down on mine again as his fingers push down with pressure this time, making me jolt. “I’m going to make you come only with my fingers on your clit and my mouth on those gorgeous tits of yours.”
My eyes flash in excitement and he smirks, self-satisfied. I eagerly grind against his hand, needy and impatient. His mouth comes to my chest and he grabs the lace fabric between his teeth. His eyes flick up to meet mine before he yanks it, tearing at the fabric with his sharp incisors. It rips loudly, the sound making me moan. He’s an animal as he goes back for a second attack at the offending garment.
His tongue laps at my nipple, still covered in lace. The combination of his wet tongue and the abrasive fabric scratching against my nipple has zaps of pleasure shooting through my lower stomach. My muscles coil and I arch into him, searching for more contact.
He rips the material away, freeing my nipples. A violent look of desire passes through his gaze, so possessive and dark that it should scare me.
Instead, I breathe, “I’m waiting.”
