Brooklyn
Something about the way he’s commanding me makes me want to defy him, but I’m not sure he’s the kind of man who would put up with that.
So, of course, I have to try.
“Make me.” I say the words slowly and deliberately.
His eye twitches as he pulls his belt free from the loops of his jeans. In one swift move, he’s lunging toward me, grabbing my arms and spinning me around so my back is against him.
“You’re a defiant little thing, aren’t you?” he grunts as he loops the belt around my wrists before pulling it tightly. He walks us forward until I’m in front of the tree, then spins me around. He forces me down to my knees and I almost stumble without the use of my hands.
“Let’s see if we can break of you that.”
It’s exciting and intoxicating. I’ve never had a man take from me what he wants so unapologetically. There’s no sweet talk or gentleness to his movements.
It’s rough and awkward, and it causes a fire to ignite in my lower belly.
“Now,” he tips my chin upward as he fists his cock, “you ready to obey and suck my cock with that smart little mouth?”
I nod but he demands more.
“Say it.”
“I’m ready to behave,” I say softly.
“Then get to work,” he grunts as he parts my lips with the tip.
I’m already desperate to taste him. I can feel my need building as I take him in my mouth. A low moan falls from his mouth as I begin to slowly slide my lips up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue around the tip.
He leans forward, resting one hand against the tree as the other grips the back of my head. He begins to pull my face forward as he thrusts his hips, fucking my face. I can feel my eyes begin to water a little at how deep he’s going.
“Ohhh God, yes, yes, yes.” He grunts each time he hits the back of my throat.
I don’t care that my knees are probably bloody from the rocks and sticks digging into them through my jeans. I don’t care that I’m trying not to gag as he gets closer to finishing. I look up and watch the image of him with his head falling forward, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as his eyes squeeze shut.
“I’m gonna co—” He doesn’t finish the sentence before I feel him running down my throat. He thrusts two more times before slowly pulling himself from my mouth.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath as I look up at him. I’m sure my mascara is smeared and my hair is a disaster, but I couldn’t care less.
I want more. I need more.
“I was wrong,” he says as he reaches out with his thumb and wipes away the remnants of his release. “You suck cock way better than you run your mouth.”
He smirks and helps me back up to my feet after righting himself. Neither of us speaks as he removes the belt from my wrists and pulls it back through the loops on his waist.
“Come here.”
I reach down, pick up his hat, and hand it back to him. He takes it but grabs my hand in the process, looking at my wrist. He grabs the other and does the same.
“I’m okay,” I say, reassuring him. Concern on his face tells me that while he acts like I’m nothing more than a blow job, he cares at a least a little.
“You sure?”
His eyes narrow on me. He reaches out a hand to smooth down my hair, his eyes burning into mine as he leans in. I think he’s about to kiss me—the moment feels so intimate—but it’s like he can hear my thoughts the moment I think that word. He pulls away and the moment is gone.
“Yeah. We should get back?”
He nods and helps me back up on the horse as we set out back to the stables.