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"Fuck you," I shout in his face.
He stops sliding into me but crashes his mouth down on mine. His kiss takes my breath away, makes my hands move from his shoulders, inching toward the back of his head, wanting to hold him to me so his tongue can't stop meeting mine, so I don't losethe feeling of his lips. But they still because no, this is the last time. I need to make it everything we could ever be, everything I will never be able to find with someone else. So, I stop kissing him back, and bite down on his tongue. He hisses as he tears his mouth away. The red of his blood is on the crease of his lips as he looks down at me in surprise. And lust is there, always lust, because it's clear he liked that as much as I did, that he likes the taste of blood in his mouth as much as I do.
"Such a pretty mouth should not do such dirty things," he snaps. "But if you want your mouth to be dirty, I'll make it fucking filthy."
He pulls out of my pussy, leaving me aching, leaving me feeling empty, leaving me ready to plead with him to fuck me. But pleading would be pretty much impossible with what I can see he's preparing to do. He's moving up my body, legs on both sides of me, his weight traveling over me, my hips, my stomach, my chest, until he's hovering over my neck, the tip of his cock on my lips.
"Open," he demands. I thrash my head back and forth, squeezing my lips tightly together. He leans down until our noses are touching, hissing. "Open your fucking mouth or I will choke you with my cock until I hear your last breath leave you."
My eyes widen, that oh so dangerous mixture of terror and arousal coating my every sense. Lust rushes through me to the point that I feel like I'm vibrating with it, trembling with it. Then I realize I am, my lips quivering against his cock. My teeth are even chattering as I determine just how far I want to push him, whether I want to see if he'll follow through with choking me. But in the end, the want, the fucking need, to have him in my mouth wins, and I open for him.
He gives me no time to adjust. The moment I open for him just a little, he shoves himself into my mouth. I groan as my jaw stretches painfully, but he's already pulling back and thrusting in again.
"That's right. Take all of me." He pushes in farther and farther, too far.
I shove at his groin, but he's immovable, except to keep inching himself into my mouth. I gag. I choke. I try to breathe through my nose. None of it helps. My lungs are on fire, my jaw is aching, my nails are scratching at his skin, but I don't even know if I want him to back away or give me more. It doesn't matter what I want because he just slides farther in anyway. My legs flail as my eyes flare wide.
"Swallow me," he all but growls. "Swallow my cock, and I might just let you get a breath before I really begin fucking this perfect mouth of yours."
And I swallow, desperate for both the feel of him down my throat, and for the air my lungs are begging for at this point. He groans deeply, loudly, and finally pulls back. I try to gulp in air, but barely get any before he’s pushing back in. I suck him greedily, moving my tongue on him, tightening my lips around him, but my mouth pauses when I feel his hand trailing down my stomach, down, down until I'm gasping around his cock from his fingers brushing my clit.
"God, that feels amazing," he grunts. "Yeah, moan around me. Gasp around me. Fucking beg for mercy around me." He shoves himself deeply into my mouth again. "Not that it will matter."
He strokes me, thumb rubbing circles into my clit as his fingers slide through my wetness. I'm so wet, I can hear their movement. And the look in his eyes tells me he can too. Then he's at my opening. He slams his fingers into me just like he doeshis cock into my mouth. I choke around him again, but instead of straining against it, I only arch into his hand, seeking the bliss I need to take my mind away from everything else. The pleasure that will chase away my guilt for this goodbye. The ecstasy that will make all of this worth it.
His hips thrust forward, ramming his cock into my mouth, fingers driving into me at the same speed. He’s already making good on his word to hurt me. My jaw hurts from the strain of fitting around him. My lips hurt from him slamming himself into my mouth over and over. My pussy hurts from how hard he’s thrusting his fingers into me. I savor every ache. It’s pushing me closer and closer to where I need to be.
He makes me choke again, and my hands go to his ass, clawing at the naked skin, even as I moan around him. I only get a second of air when he pulls back before he’s thrusting in again, smooth skin sliding over my tongue, the tip of his cock pushing beyond where it should. I swallow around him while he adds another finger. And that bite of pain is all I need to fall apart, moaning around him. My chest heaves with the breath that I desperately need, but I don’t really want to lose the feeling of his cock in my mouth to get. And my hands grip his ass so roughly, I know I’ll be the one leaving marks on him for once.
His head falls back while he groans out, “That’s right. Moan on me, you fucking slut.”
His fingers slip out of my pussy, and he slows down his thrusts into my mouth. Eyes on me below him, making sure I’m staring back at him, he brings his fingers to his mouth. Three of them disappear between his lips, his eyes closing as he sucks on them.
“You can pretend you don’t want me all you like,” he says after opening his eyes and removing his fingers. “But your pussy tells another story.”
I glare at him, and he laughs. He takes himself out of my mouth, and I work my jaw, trying to relieve the pain there. But then, he's leaning down, bringing his face to mine, and I swallow, watching him intently.
"Don't fucking move," he grits out. "If you try and run, I promise I will make you regret it."
"Please just let me go," I plead, voice shaky, but not from fear. From the adrenaline and anticipation rushing through me at what's going to happen now.
"I'm not done with you."
My eyes look up to follow him as he rises, bringing his shirt over his head while he does. His cock already out, my spit still visible on it, all he has to do is finish pushing his pants and boxer briefs down until he's stepping out of them. He's towering above me, cock bobbing, muscles and tattoos on display, eyes looking down at me like I'm his prey. God, do I want to be devoured.
"Stand up," he commands me.
I could just do as he says, but I won't make it that easy on him.
Sitting up, I reach for the towel, but he quickly snaps out, "Leave it."
Blowing out a shaky breath, I release the towel and get to my knees. I rise to standing on trembling legs, and he makes the mistake of looking at the bed. I use the distraction to run for the door. It's open, and if I can just make it through, I can-
"Ah!" I scream out as my head is ripped backwards.
He pulls harder on my hair, yanking me back to him, arm wrapping around my breast like a vise, holding me tight to him.
"I fucking warned you," He growls.
