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He takes the panties out of my mouth, and I work my jaw for a few seconds, trying to dull the ache in it.
"I said beg!" he shouts, slamming into me and staying there.
I gasp before taking a shuddering breath and stuttering out, "Pl-Please. Please rub my clit. Please."
The last word comes out in a whimper.
His hand leaves my hip and quickly grabs my throat, pushing up, making my back painfully arch.
"Louder. Beg me louder."
"Please," I shout. "Please do it."
"Such a dirty slut. Begging for a stranger's finger, for a stranger's cock. Nasty bitch. I'll give you my finger, then you're gonna get on your knees and give me what I want."
His other hand begins moving, trailing across my hip, closer, closer, then... there. He doesn't start lightly or slowly. He rubs rough circles into my clit while sliding his cock in and out of me, the sounds of my wetness filling the room, along with my whimpers, moans, and gasps. And pleas, desperate, needy pleas for him to make me come, to fuck me harder, faster, for more, more, more.
And he gives it all to me, cock going deep, finger rubbing, hand gripping my neck so tightly that my head has no choice but to stay up, with eyes fixed on the ceiling until they close as he bites me. His teeth sink into the skin right beneath where his thumb is, and I come with a shuddering exhale, arching even more, begging him to bite harder.
He groans into my ear, sounding like he's close himself, but then his teeth rip off me. I scream in pain, even though the hurt is what allows me to stay high on the wave of pleasure my body's riding even longer. My scream becomes choked when Jackson's hand tightens, making me inhale sharply as my pussy spasms around him. His grunt in my ear makes me shiver and tightenaround him again. Then I gasp as his cock quickly slides out of me at the same time that his hands leave my throat and clit, but a second later, they're on me again, quickly turning me around, fingers digging into my face.
This is the first time I'm seeing him, or rather the mask he wears, covering everything but his eyes and mouth. He grips my hair, cranes my head back so hard and quickly that I shout in surprise and pain. Then my sounds are swallowed when his mouth crashes down on mine, tongue not waiting for me to open for him. He invades my mouth, not giving me a choice. And everything, this kiss, his lips, this night, is better than anything I ever dreamed up, anything I ever imagined. I just came and already my body aches for more, to have him inside of me again, to feel the pain he gives me again, to have him bring me to pleasure again.
His tongue clashes with mine, my kiss just as hungry as his, but he doesn't allow it for long. He tightens his grip on my hair, so much that my scalp begins to sting as he tilts my head to the side, where he wants me to be. And I can't help but moan at the way he takes back control every single time.
"You greedy whore," he says, breaking our kiss.
I can feel how swollen my lips are, raw, and I'm sure, red. He moves his hold from the base of my head to the top, just as tight.
"I got something for you to put in your mouth. Get on your knees."
My eyes widen, and I guess I take a second too many to obey because he pushes down on my head, forcing me to lower until my bare knees painfully thud with the floor, then down more until I'm sitting on my feet. I look down from where his eyes are boring into mine, from his concealed face, to find his cock jutting out inches away from my lips. It's glistening in the bit oflight that comes through my partially opened curtains, waiting for me. But he’s not content to wait.
He urges my head forward, but I resist, because part of me is dying to see what he'll do if I don't obey. His hand twists in my hair, wretching up so hard it makes me rise to my knees again. He bends at the waist to bring his face to mine. I genuinely shrink back from the intensity, the danger, in his eyes.
"Do you think you have a choice in this?" he shouts. "You can either get my cock in your mouth, or I'll put it in your ass and tear that tight little hole. Which one?"
"My mouth," I say shakily.
In a blur of movement, he straightens, pushing me back down to my haunches, and shoves my head forward. The wet tip of his cock is against my lips, forcing its way past them, past my teeth, to my tongue. He sighs, thrusting even deeper into my mouth. I taste myself on him, the evidence of just how much he is truly fulfilling my fantasy on my tongue. He pushes forward and forward until he hits the back of my throat. And stays there.
I try to move my head back, but he doesn't allow an inch. My hands come to his thighs, trying to push him away, but he only thrusts even farther, choking me, keeping me so close to him that my forehead is against his stomach, my nose desperately trying to get enough air. But it's not enough. Tears sting my eyes, my lungs burn even more, and just when I think I can't take another second, he moves my head back. I try to inhale, but it's not air that fills my mouth, it's his cock, thrusting back in.
"Take this cock," he groans. "Swallow it down your throat. I don't need you to breathe. I need you to suck me." I swallow and he hums. "I might just keep you."
And just the thought of him staying here, fucking my mouth and pussy until I can barely move, turns me on even more. Then thethought of me not being able to take him another time but himmakingme take his cock anyway has me moaning around him.
And then, he's moving my head back and forth, thrusting into my mouth. My jaw aches from the size of him, my nails digging into his thighs, only holding tighter every time he slams into my mouth and stays there, making it so all I can do is move my tongue on him. Back and forth, I swipe it, and get a shiver from him in return.
I know when he’s getting closer from how quickly he begins bobbing my head on him, his grunts driving me to continue moving my tongue. I look up just in time to see his head fall back, his mouth dropping open with a breathy groan as he comes. Then I can't see anything from how tightly he holds my head to him. I swallow around his cock again and a harsh breath leaves him, cock twitching on my tongue and thighs clenching under my hands. His stomach moves against my forehead with him trying to catch his breath. I can't breathe at all, but God, with his taste on my tongue, I find breathing isn't the first thing on my mind.
Then he jerks my head back, making his cock slip out, a little of his cum with it. But he bends his knees, dropping down so we're face-to-face.
"Let me see you swallow it," he says low.
But it's not sweet. It's menacing, daring me to disobey. I don't. I swallow, the sound filling the few inches between us. His lips curve up on one side into a satisfied smirk. But then his eyes lower, to the corner of my mouth. His thumb goes there, scooping up the bit of cum that escaped my mouth when he pulled his cock out.
"All of it," he commands, bringing the tip of his thumb to my lips.
