“Because I said so.” He grabbed my chin with his finger and thumb and gave it a gentle tug. “Because it’s mine.”
Fuck. Why was that so hot?
I let him pull my mouth open and stayed like that as he continued to stroke, corkscrewing his hand. All the while, he stared at me with impossibly dark eyes.
His eyes raked over my body, his nostrils flaring as he stroked faster.
He looked so big, so powerful above me.
A small part of my brain that was screaming at me, telling me this was ten levels of fucked up and I needed to get my ass up and run away. That sitting on the floor while he jerked off on my face was degrading and demeaning and a powerplay on his part.
I couldn’t seem to make my body move.
I wanted it.
I hated it, but I wanted it.
I wanted to taste him, to watch him come.
My experience with guys was limited to some kissing, a couple of awkward hand jobs, and seven blow jobs that had never been reciprocated.
This, whatever the fuck it was, shouldn’t have been such a turn-on, but my rock-hard dick and spinning head didn’t lie.
I might hate Ash, but I loved what he did to me.
“Fuck,” he rasped. He moved his hand faster and angled his hips downward.
The first spurt landed on my tongue, his salty taste exploding in my mouth. The next landed on my cheek.
I closed my eyes just in time to avoid getting hit. A streak landed on my eyelid instead. Ash groaned and panted above me, painting me with his cum.
“Fuck.” His voice was strangled.
I closed my mouth and swallowed the bit that had hit its target.
“Dirty little slut.”
Big hands grabbed my shoulders and yanked me up.
I squealed in surprise.
Was he going to leave me like this? Covered in his cum with my dick out and hard enough to pound railroad spikes?
Something rough scratched over my cheek, then my forehead, and across my eyes.
The asshole was cleaning my face. Who would have thought?
“Look at me.”
I did as he said, not even thinking about it.
“I want you to watch me as I make you come. I want you to know exactly who makes you feel good.”
He grabbed my dick and stroked, twisting at the head the way I liked.
Fuck.
I’d thought for sure that he’d leave me hanging, that it would all be part of his “fucking with Julian” game.