My ass is pressed against his massive cock, which feels more like steel than warm flesh. One of his large hands rests on my hip, the other is working its way up my shirt to claim a breast.
“God, you have nice tits.”
I guess that’s a compliment? Which is weird, because I always thought the man I’d give my virginity to would buy me flowers and maybe say something nice about my eyes and smile before a body part.
And while I should be offended, my hips betray me, shifting ever so slightly in search of friction.
I freeze.
Do not act like you enjoy this!
“Can I brush my teeth?” I snap, wanting desperately to have a moment to get my wayward body under control.
He releases me, and I dash to the bathroom.
I angrily brush my teeth, pissed that my body has the audacity to pine for a man that so brutally ravaged me.
But I’m not mad at him. He’s literally done everything he’s said he’s going to do. Sure, the inspection was…unexpected, but I understand why it happened. He’s going to take me out of the city and save my ass, so the least I can do is suck his cock. Who knows, maybe he’ll return the favor.
But do I want him to?
Thinking about him lapping at my folds makes me want to touch myself, but right now, I’m too eager to see what he’ll have me do.
Yes, I’m fully admitting to being excited about giving him a blow job, and I don’t know how to deal with that. One step at a time, I suppose.
I exit the bathroom to see that he’s seated, facing me in the chair, pants open, hand riding his massive dick.
My core clenches with want. Even sore, it craves him. His biceps are as huge as cantaloupes, and I have no doubt they could crush a man. Why that’s sexy, I’ll never understand.
“Take off your clothes. I thought I already told you I wanted you naked.”
I bite my lower lip, anxious.
“Do I have to punish you?” he growls.
I swallow hard, then remove my shirt, pants, and panties, baring myself for him.
“On your knees. I want to see you crawl to me.”
I burn with humiliation, but still, I obey.
“God, you’re sexy…”
When I get to him, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me to a kneel.
“Suck.”
I bring my hand to the base of his cock. I’m surprised by how soft the skin is. Like silk.
He inhales a breath as he looks down at me with lidded eyes.
“I have a question…”
“You never negotiated questions into the deal. Or conversations, for that matter. Get to sucking.”
“When’s the last time you had a blow job?”
His brow pinches together. “A long ass time—scratch that. A month ago. I nearly got myself killed getting my prick sucked.”