But I can’t help myself.
When I look at this man, this unchained beast filled with a deadly concoction of rage and desire, all I see is someone in need.
Someone who desperately wants … me.
And that’s more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life.
So much that I can’t help leaning in closer until my lips fully wrap around his dick and take him inside. That deep grumble emanates from his chest again, and it pushes all my buttons. Even though I just came twice, I still get turned on by the mere sound of his approval.
But when a guy this handsome wants to fuck you into oblivion, how are you supposed to resist?
It’s impossible.
So much so that I actually start enjoying it when he hardens in my mouth. Even as he slams his hand into the tree behind me from the sheer force of his lust … and even when he grips my hair to push me farther toward the base.
I try to take it. But I’ve never done this before. I’m not good at it. And the second he hits the back of my throat, I choke and cough.
Still, I refuse to give up.
It won’t do me any good.
Not now.
Not after what I’ve done … what I’ve set off in him.
Because I see the greed reflected in his eyes, the tortured hunger, the blazing fire churning in his body, and it evokes a need within me to satiate him. To give him exactly what he wants. To let him go deeper. And deeper … and deeper.
Until the tears spring into my eyes. Until I can feel his pre-cum drip down my throat.
Until he pulls back and shoves back in all by himself.
“Fuck,” he groans as I swivel my tongue around him. “I’m going to release my seed inside your mouth.”
I don’t struggle. I don’t fight him off. Even as he buries himself inside me. Even as he grabs my hair, twists it into a bun, and forces me to swallow him.
I sit and take it like I want it … because I do.
I’ve wanted him since the moment he jerked himself off right in front of me.
Even when I told myself I didn’t, I was lying to protect myself.
But when I touched his dick and pleasured myself, I knew it was too late to stop this.
And when he roars out loud and comes inside my mouth, I gulp it down as best as I can, choking on the sheer amount of his cum. It keeps coming and coming like a wave overpowering me, and when he pulls out, I heave. His cum drips from my mouth as his cock bounces in front of my face. Still hard.
His eyes are filled with unbridled lust.
And he grabs my face and pushes me against the tree, only to thrust right back into my mouth again. I don’t even know what’s happening. All I can feel is his thickness slamming into me over and over again until my eyes almost roll into the back of my head because of the pure raunchy debauchery happening right now.
My mouth is his new toy, and now that he’s discovered it, there’s no way he’s going to give it up without blowing his load at least once … maybe two or three more times.
And the mere thought of that is making me drenched all over.
What is happening to me?
Why does my body respond this way to him?
Why do I … enjoy this?
I can’t even think straight as he fucks my mouth over and over until he roars out loud a second time, filling me up once more. I choke and swallow at the same time, trying to get it all down.
“Yes, swallow it,” he groans.
His filthy words send me into the next world.
I’ve never been treated in such a vulgar way.
Yet I want nothing more than for him to take… take … take…
And he doesn’t stop.
Not until he’s done it three times.
Three loads of sloppy cum slipping down my throat, spit dripping down my chin, splashing onto my breasts. By the time he steps away, I’m covered from head to toe.
He pants out loud, muscles quacking, cock finally deflating.
“Hmmm …” The satisfied groan leaving his lips covers my body in goose bumps. And he leans over to run his thumb across my lips, pushing it inside my mouth along with some leftover cum. “Don’t spill.”
His eyes connect with mine as he pushes his thumb down onto my tongue, his gaze never leaving mine as he tilts my chin up with his index finger at the same time, coaxing me to stand. So I do what he wants, standing tall and proud even though I’m covered in dirt and filthy juices.
Until he speaks the words that make even my bones quiver.
“Don’t ever run from me again.”
Chapter 28