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I would have agreed, but all I could do was gasp as he abruptly wrapped his hand around my cock and started to stroke. He pressed the blade against my throat again.
“Don’t move.” He stared down into my eyes, his mouth smeared with my blood. My dick jerked in his hand. He let go of it, but only long enough to free himself from his jeans. He pressed his cock against mine and squeezed them together. His hand jerked us in unison as his hips thrust and twitched. He slid his thumb over the heads of our cocks, combining our lubrication. I gasped so hard I cut myself on his knife, which stung—the perfect dose of pain to pair with the pleasure.
My balls tightened, along with every muscle in my thighs. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”
“Come, and I’ll kill you.”
He didn’t stop moving his hand, torturing us both with sure, rhythmic strokes.
Was he serious? My prey brain clamored in alarm.
“Open your mouth.”
I tried to focus on his words instead of the pleasure threatening to spill from me. I opened my mouth.
He moved his knife hand aside and leaned over me, crushing his hand between us along with our cocks. He spat in my mouth, making my tongue recoil.
“Swallow.” His words were hot and tortured.
I did it, wishing I had the urge to gag instead of come.
He let go of our dicks and slid up my body so that he sat on my chest while kneeling on my biceps. In this position, he looked huge, towering over me. He stroked his cock, aiming it at my face.
“Did I tell you that you could close your fucking mouth, bitch?”
I did as I was told, shaking with need, willing to take whatever he gave me, but wanting more.
I wasn’t sure where the knife had gone, and I didn’t care. The tip of his cock slid along my damp bottom lip and he groaned in pleasure. I teased the thick head with my tongue, tasting our mingled precum, feeling it string between the two of us.
God, he was beautiful.
Every muscle in his body tensed, and he gasped. My cock twitched with envy, and lust sizzled along my nerves. The first spurt of cum caught me in the chin and bottom lip and neck before he perfected his aim. He filled my mouth, and I tried not to gag at the consistency and taste. Now, I understood why Tarryn used to spit before I insisted that she learned to swallow.
“Hold it in your mouth.” He fumbled for something and then I realized my phone was in his hand. He snapped a picture and threw the phone on my bed.
“Now be a good boy and swallow.” He caressed my throat, encouraging me to obey.
I did it, but choked, coughing because I was lying flat. Some of it went up my nose and burned like a son of a bitch.
“Such a dirty little whore for me.” He closed my jaw with gentle fingers and rubbed the rest of the mess he’d left into my skin with languid strokes.
My face burned with humiliation, and my cock twitched desperately, in a cycle of straining for release then thumping down against my precum-slicked belly.
I’m not submissive. I’m not!
Hell, I wasn’t even bisexual.
Apparently, my cock didn’t care.
“What are you doing to me?” My voice was hoarse.
“Exactly what you want me to do to you.” He got off of me and stood over me, then zipped up his jeans as casually as if he’d just used a public restroom.
Was that true? Did I want him to do things like this to me?
I stared up at him, my mind jumbled and stunned. “You have no idea what I want—what I’m thinking. I’m not submissive, and I’m not into men.”
He arched a brow at my dick, his vague amusement only turning me on more.
