I swallow hard, feeling utterly humiliated by this encounter.
“Now,” he growls.
I squeeze the length of his cock, and he groans. “Good girl.”
My stomach flips and my nipples turn hard against my bra cup when he says that. “Let me go.”
His eyes flash. “If you keep pushing, I might just fuck you right here in this alleyway.”
My mouth dries. “You said you won’t fuck me until we’re married.”
His cock twitches against my hand. “I did.” He allows me to remove my hand from his crotch. “It’s been about twenty-four hours since I took you, and the idea of resisting until our wedding seems increasingly more impossible.” His eyes narrow as he yanks me back toward the restaurant.
My heart sinks in my chest when he stops in the darkest part of it, yanking me toward the back wall.
“I said I wouldn’t fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Terror sweeps through me as I’ve never done that with anyone before, and the idea of him forcing me to do it here sends my heart-rate into overdrive.
“No, please don’t.”
His smirk widens. “What’s wrong, baby? Never sucked a cock before?”
I shake my head. “No,” I mutter.
He groans and forces me onto my knees. “Don’t worry, you’ll do great.”
He unzips his pants, staring at me with cruel dark eyes. Eyes so dark they look black in the dim alleyway.
I watch in disgust as he pulls his hard cock out of his pants. It bobs a mere inch away from my lips, precum beading on the tip. And yet I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of his huge dick this close to my face.
“Open wide, princess.”
I spit at him, which makes his eyes dilate further.
He grabs a handful of my hair. “You aren’t a quick learner, are you?” The tip of his cock presses against my lips. “Open your mouth before I forced it open.” I swallow hard and then open it a little, which gives him the chance to force it apart with the head of his cock. I glare at him and gently graze my teeth over his cock in warning.
Massimo makes a guttural noise that vibrates through me.
Despite myself, my thighs dampen and that excruciating need for release he ignited inside of me in the shower returns with a vengeance. The desire to rub my thighs together is overwhelming and yet impossible in this crouching position. It’s sick that I get any pleasure from this.
Precum leaks onto my tongue as he eases his cock in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, watching me with those dark eyes that look black in this dim light. His fingers tighten in my hair as he thrusts ruthlessly into the back of my throat.
Every moment of this is overwhelming as he slides even further into my throat, making me gag so much I’m sure I’m going to throw up on his cock any moment. It’s what he deserves anyway, me puking on his cock for being such a disgusting pig. I hardly know this man, but it doesn’t stop him from shoving his dick in my mouth as if he has the right.
Massimo slips his cock almost all the way out of my mouth and then thrusts into my throat with more force, staring down at me with those dark, devilish eyes. “That’s it, princess. You’re doing so well sucking your fiance’s cock.”
I want to scream at him I’m not his fiance and that he’s fucking insane, but it’s impossible with his huge cock shoved in the back of my throat. Saliva spills down my chin and onto the floor as I gag, struggling to stop the tears springing to my eyes running down my cheeks.
Sickeningly, my thighs are getting wetter by the second and my nipples are getting so hard that I need some kind of release. There’s no explanation why this would turn me on, especially when it’s non-consensual. It could be my lack of experience or the fact he brought me to the edge of climax only to deny me my orgasm. None of which makes my reaction okay.
As I gaze up at the man forcing me into such a degrading position, I notice the way his muscles strain and a vein pops out on his forehead. His grunts and groans are a sure sign that he’s enjoying every second, and it makes me feel oddly powerful to have such control over him. Even on my knees, I can make him come apart like that, and it’s intoxicating.
His hips move faster as he takes what he wants, no matter the cost. It’s hard to believe that this man is so insanely insatiable for me. And I think that is part of what turns me on. His dominant possessiveness as he takes me, no matter what I say or what I do. He won’t let me go, because he believes I belong to him.
His nostrils flare as he holds my gaze. “You’re mine.” The gravelly tone of his voice is intoxicating. “The moment I set eyes on you at the party, I knew I’d never want another woman again.”
I moan around his shaft, instantly hating myself for it. The need throbbing between my thighs becoming unbearable. Spurred on by what he’s saying to me, I sink even further on his shaft, gagging all over his cock.
“That’s it, Paisley. Make me proud.”
His dark eyes don’t leave my face as I work his cock in and out, eager to please him despite everything. My nipples are so hard, and I feel them rub against the soft fabric of my dress with each thrust of his cock.
I reach beneath my skirt and touch myself, whimpering around his shaft as I’ve never been this turned on before.
“No,” he growls, eyes flashing angrily. “Only I touch you. Hand off your pretty little cunt.”
I glare at him as he’s a bastard for denying me pleasure. Despite the need for release, I obey and remove my hand.
“Good girl.”
God knows why him calling me a good girl is so fucking arousing. His breathing becomes more labored, and I can sense he’s getting close. “Fuck,” He groans, eyes clamping shut. “I want you to swallow every drop.”
His cock swells in my mouth, and then a flood of hot, salty liquid spills down my throat and into my mouth. The taste is masculine and arousing and yet so damn wrong. And like a sex-starved virgin, I swallow every drop as instructed eagerly, wishing I could pull myself out of the daze I’ve fallen into as I stare into his dark, chocolate brown eyes.
“Open wide and let me see,” he orders.
My clit throbs at the dominance of his order as I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, proving that I’ve swallowed all of his cum. He leans down and grabs my chin. “Dirty girl,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply as his tongue thrusts in and out of my mouth. “I can’t wait until that eager virgin pussy swallows every drop on our wedding night.”
The mention of our ‘wedding night’ snaps me out of the sex-crazed daze I’d fallen prey to. “Fuck you.”
His eyes flash, but he chuckles. “That’s the Paisley I know. I wonder where she went, sucking on my cock so eagerly like it was a fucking lollipop.”
“You’re an asshole.” I jump to my feet and move away from him. “Stay away from me.”
Massimo’s hand clasps firmly around the back of my neck and he yanks me around to face him forcefully, his lips an inch from mine. “What makes you think you have any power, little girl?”
I shudder at the sudden change in tone. It’s dangerous and violent and scares me more than I care to admit. And yet, that pulsing ache between my thighs is insistent and becomes more intense every time he touches me.
A mix of shame and confusion flood me, making it impossible to know where to look. If I look at him, it just reminds me how embarrassingly willing I’d been a moment ago, sucking on his cock and rubbing my clit.
Massimo backs me against the wall, keeping his hand on the back of my neck. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll fuck your mouth again.” He grabs my hand and presses my palm to his cock. “I’m already getting hard.”
I swallow hard at the press of his arousal against my palm. “That’s because there’s something very wrong with you.”
The light brush of his finger moving up my thigh makes me shudder. “I bet you’re dripping wet.”