I won’t lie. I can’t lie. My core tightens at his filthy words. His eyes twinkle with some unreadable emotion, and then he does something I never expected. Using his other hand, he grabs me by the throat. His grip is tight, and panic fills my eyes when the pressure on the sides of my throat intensifies.
Leaning above me, he spits directly into my mouth, and I watch in horror and awe as he does this. “Swallow it. Swallow my spit like you’ll swallow my cum in a few minutes. Swallow it and say thank you like the little slut you are. My slut. My topolina.”
I’m shocked. The air in my lungs can’t reach my brain, so I remain there staring at him, confused and turned on. That is until he squeezes my throat a little tighter and black dots appear in my vision, bringing me back to reality.
“Answer me, topolina. E ‘questo quello che vuoi?” Is that what you want?
The pressure on my throat lessens, and I gasp for air. “I don’t understand.” I wheeze the words out, unsure of what language he is speaking. All I know is that it isn’t English.
“Is that what you want?” he growls.
I have no other option but to say yes. It’s yes, or something so much worse, so I choose the lesser of two evils.
“Yes,” I whisper, and that’s when all hell breaks loose. Something inside him snaps, and I find myself completely at his mercy. Like a wild animal, he’s on me. With his hand still in my hair, he guides his thick cock back to my mouth.
There is no warning that follows his next move. With minimal effort, he presses into my mouth, forcing me to open wider for him as he moves inside. He hasn’t made it very far before I gag on his massive length. He’s huge, bigger than anything I’ve ever had before, and I can tell, feel it, as his balls come to rest against my chin while he holds himself at the back of my throat.
Panic stirs in my belly, and I claw at his thighs, trying to push away from him, but he just holds me in place longer. I can feel tears leaking from my eyes. My lungs ache and burn with the need for oxygen, and I try to swallow, but nothing elevates the thick rod in my throat.
The man lets out a groan that’s half man, half animal. Right when I’m sure I can’t take it anymore, he pulls back and does it all over again. Once, twice, three times. I lose count, the lack of oxygen making me dizzy.
“Look at me, look into my eyes while I fuck your mouth. I want to see your tears, the drool dripping down your chin. I want it all, topolina. I want us both to remember this night forever.”
This strange connection passes between us as I look into his eyes. Their darkness calls to me, and I want him to see what he’s doing to me. Because as terrified as I am of him and what will happen next, a part of me wants to please him, and that’s the most fucked-up part of all.
17
CHRISTIAN
She swallows, her eyes brimming with tears, her chest falling in sharp thrusts as I continue to fuck her face. Hard, fast, and relentless.
She loves it, despite the gargled cries and her shoving at my thighs to push me away. Her actions plead with me to release her, not to violate her in such a way, and if I were a good man, I would let her go. But I’m not even close to being a halfway decent man. I do what I want, and I take what I want, and this moment, with her on her knees in front of me, is no different.
And the best part is—she fucking loves it.
Her susceptibility is clear, and in the morning, she’s going to hate herself for it. She’ll resent ever letting me see into her slutty little heart. She’ll despise not only me for doing this to her, for forcing her to swallow my cock in the dead of night in a dark and filthy alley, but she’ll also hate herself for liking it.
Siân claws at my legs to get me off her, but sucks me like she loves the taste of my cock. Painful cries leave her throat, only to be drowned out by the delicious hum of a moan at the pulse of my dick on her tongue. And when I fist her throat, her eyes roll back, and she arches into me. It’s subtle, and she probably doesn’t even notice that she’s doing it.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice blending in with the sound of passing cars and the chatter from stray cats, mice, and whatever vile creature has made this alley its home.