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That wasn’t the case, though. He wasn’t in pain or uncomfortable. He was pleasuring himself, and the expression on his face, although it should have been gross, was sexy. I should have been enraged at waking up to find Koah jerking off above me. I waited for the disgust of seeing his naked male flesh to come, but it didn’t. I prepared myself for the anxiety that usually went with the thought of anything sexual occurring near me, but nothing happened.
The fact was Koah could have easily taken advantage of me. He could have used my body while I drunkenly slept in what I now knew was his bed. He could have held me down on his mattress and forced me, but he hadn’t. And something about that shifted my hatred for him. An ounce of respect seeped into my thoughts, and I blinked at how fast my emotions spun me.
My heart began to race, but it was with excitement, not fear. My skin bloomed with goose bumps, but it wasn’t disgust surging through my veins … it was the tingles of something much scarier.
Desire.
It tugged at my lower stomach, making my insides clench and my breath rush from my lungs as if they were on fire. I sat up, enraptured by his movements and sounds—enthralled by his enormous cock and the way he worked it. And when a tiny bead of moisture appeared on his tip, my mouth watered with the need to taste it.
I wasn’t entirely sober, and I could still feel the hum of my buzz sizzling through my body. Perhaps that pushed me to climb from the bed onto my knees in front of Koah. Maybe liquid courage had me leaning forward for even the briefest taste of him. He gasped when my mouth touched him before his eyes flashed down at me in shock.
I had never been so direct with a man. I had never wanted to be near one, much less touch them, but as his salty flavor rolled across my tongue, I knew I needed more. I sucked him in deeper, and his mouth fell open as if it were a new sensation for him too. I wasn’t dumb enough to think I was the first woman to blow Koah Saint, but it was still a massive boost to my ego.
“Holy fuck,” he rasped when I pulled back and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.
I sucked him deeper again, swirling my tongue around his tip and collecting the fresh saltiness seeping from him. I had never sucked a man off before. I had never even been kissed, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I glided my fist across his flesh as I slurped him. He panted, his breath coming out in loud spurts mixed with some of the sexiest noises I had ever heard. His long fingers twisted in my dark locks, guiding my head back and forth without pressure. He let me take the lead, and controlling such a large and powerful person with just my mouth filled me with a sick sense of pride and accomplishment.
He gazed down at me with heated eyes, red and glossy with desire, and bit into his bottom lip so hard I was sure he tasted the metallic flavor of his blood.
“Tori,” he whispered, pushing me to go faster. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
And just like that, I raced toward Saint’s release the way he sprinted toward the finish line of The Strip. My jaws ached as I sucked him harder and faster, my fist working him over as I squeezed as tightly as he did when I watched. The rippled muscle of his cock expanded and trembled in my grasp before he tossed his head back and growled as if he were in pain.
A rush of warmth filled my mouth, and I drank it like celebratory champagne, swallowing and savoring his unique flavor. I leaned back on my feet and looked up at him. His expression was one of shock. I opened my mouth to say something, but he reached under my arms and pulled me from the floor before I could.
The feeling of pins and needles in my legs made my knees wobble, but I wasn’t standing long before he moved into me. The back of my knees reached the side of his bed, and I folded, falling back onto his mattress. We didn’t speak. Instead, we stared at each other, unsure of what was happening.
Koah and I loathed each other, my hatred burning hotter than his, but when he looked down at me with flared nostrils and a mission in his eyes, I felt the need to run and melt for him simultaneously.
He pressed on my shoulder, pushing me back onto the bed, and reality clicked into place. I wasn’t about to have sex with Koah Saint.
“Wait,” I said, stopping things before they went further.
His eyes searched mine before he dropped to his knees before me. He reached out, ripping my panties from my body like the fabric was paper and sending my mind spiraling with panic. Was he going to force me? Did I have enough time to run?
I began to shake, and my heart drilled behind my ribs, leaving my chest feeling bruised and battered.
He smoothed his rough palms up the inside of my thighs, opening my legs and center to him and sending a wild streak of embarrassment through me. His eyes left mine, and he stared at my wet flesh as he licked his thick lips.
“No, Koah, wait, I—”
But he lunged in face-first, sucking my throbbing clit between his lips and stealing my words.
I fell back on his bed, my wide eyes on the ceiling above me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
I tried to sit up again, but his large hand moved up my body before wrapping around my throat and holding me down. I panicked for a second before he squeezed and sent a hot wave of desire through my body. I covered his hand with mine, loving and hating him taking control.
His tongue circled my throbbing nub before he sucked it and released it with a pop. I had never felt anything so decadent. My hips lifted on their own accord, begging him for more even though my mind screamed for me to make him stop.
He groaned as if he enjoyed my flavor, and then he moved lower, spearing me with his tongue and making me cry out. I palmed the back of his head, pushing him away and pulling him into me simultaneously in wild confusion. My body needed what he was giving me, but tears pressed at the back of my lids as a sick sense of betrayal settled in my stomach.
The man who had ruined my life was pleasuring me, and I enjoyed it. It was twisted. What kind of sick person was I?
I looked down at him, and his eyes pierced me as he moved up and massaged my clit with his tongue. I squeezed my thighs together, capturing him between my legs as if I wanted to keep him there forever. I trembled, sure nothing would ever feel as good as his mouth on my body, but when he pushed two thick fingers into me, I cried out again, loving the pleasure tinged with pain.
