“Fuck, baby. A professional without a minute of practice. Just like our first trip to the lake, huh?” On his next pump, he goes slightly deeper, pausing to make sure I’m not choking. I’m not. I’m just struggling to get my lips wide enough. He’s only halfway in and I don’t think I can take another inch without gagging. Nor can I open my mouth wide enough. “You were horny for me as soon as I lifted that skirt. Knew exactly how to make me come. Knew how to take a beating between your legs. Didn’t you, little girl?”
I moan brokenly around his flesh, his dirty speech making me hotter than the surface of the sun. My whines are equal parts turned on and frustrated because I want all of him in my mouth, my throat. I want him to own me. Every inch.
“I know, Ayla. I know you want the whole cock, but it’s not happening. Believe me, I’m already the most satisfied man on the fucking earth. I get to bury this thing in your pussy.” He pushes deep inside my mouth and holds, tilting my head back. “Whenever I want,” he grits. “So you keep that little thing wet, do you understand?”
I nod, finding unimaginable pleasure in being obedient.
It’s something I never expected to find in myself, but Flynt would burn the world down to make me happy, so being dutiful when we make love feels good. And right. Because I know how much time he spends honoring me. Considering me. Serving me.
I’m so desperate to do the same for him in this moment that I find a reserve of courage inside of myself. I take a deep breath, and another, until I reach a state of calm. I relax the muscles of my throat and allow his huge sex to travel deeper, deeper until Flynt’s heavy balls are pressed up against my chin and he’s making these wild, choking sounds, vibrations coursing through his strong body.
“I can’t believe…oh my God.Oh my God.How…”
Enjoying the fact that Flynt is at a loss for words, I bring my hand to his balls, cup them and roll them gently in my palm, his erection growing inside of my throat as a result.
“Fuck. You have to stop that. Stop or I’m going to choke you, baby.Stop.” But somehow, I know that can’t happen, that he’s only being protective, so I swallow, flexing my throat muscles around the plump trunk of his sex—and then I’m gasping for air, filling my lungs, because Flynt has yanked himself out of my mouth.
There isn’t a second to orient myself before I’m being lifted into the air. My feet hover above the ground for a few seconds and then my back is thrown up against the wall. A ripping sound is the only clue that my panties have become a casualty and then he’s entering me, driving me up the wall with a strangled yell into the curve of my neck.
“Don’t you ever do that again.Ever.I have to forget that happened, Ayla, or I’ll get greedy.” He draws my thighs up around his hips and hits me with hard, fast thrusts. “I won’t be able to keep my cock out of your mouth and I’m already having that problem with your cunt, aren’t I? Can’t leave the poor little thing alone. Won’t.” He surges forward, pinning me hard, entering me with the aggression of an animal. “If you keep spoiling me like a king, I’ll never let you see the light of day. No normal life for you, just my bed, the lake, the backseat of my car. I’ll turn you into a fuck toy, if you let me.Don’t let me.”
“You could never do that,” I hiccup into his neck, the pressure of my imminent orgasm beginning to be too much. Too full and too close. “You couldn’t lock me up.”
“No,” he pants, pressing his forehead to mine. He looks at me with so much affection that a rush of euphoria crashes through me. “No, I couldn’t do anything to hurt you. I couldn’t lock you up, just tell me I’ve got you lockeddown.Say it over and over and over…”
“You’ve got me locked down.” I tilt my hips and bear down into his grinds, my eyes widening as the pleasure starts to take me. “I’m yours. You’ve locked me down.”
“Forever, Ayla. For fucking ever.”
My neck loses the ability to hold my head up and I whimper, “Forever.”
That single word seems to shoot Flynt over the edge and we both go soaring together, groaning against each other’s open mouths, my legs wrapping around him and squeezing, his hips circling, grinding, our movements frantic as we work the final drops of frustration free.
I have no idea how long we stay like that, fluids dripping from our intimate parts where they join, our shallow breathing eventually turning more even. After a while, I start to notice a slight increase in tension in Flynt’s shoulders. I lift my head to find him looking at me with so much fiery intensity, I can only stare back in awe and wait.
“Is there anything you want to tell me, Ayla?”
At first, I have no idea what he’s talking about. My brain has been wiped clear by the last fifteen minutes of sweaty lovemaking. I barely know my own name.
“What do you mean?”
He gives me a warning look. “Ayla.”
Oh my gosh. My whole plan for the day comes back into focus. I need to tell him I might be pregnant. But before I can say a word, he speaks again.
“I’ve known your cycle by heart since freshman year.” He tilts his head, studies me. “When it’s that time of the month, you take bathroom breaks after second and fifth period to change your tampon.” He shifts his hips and I’m so sensitive that I suck in a breath. “As far as I can tell there’s nothing inside you right now except for me.”
Is he mad? I study his face. The downturned corners of his mouth. The way his dark eyebrows knit together, his gaze glittering.
Oh God, hedoesseem angry. Is he mad at me for getting pregnant? Does he already know I lied about being on the pill?
Of course, he’s going to be mad. He’s eighteen and I’m about to saddle him with a baby. What was I thinking? How could I be so impulsive?
Is he going to break up with me?
“Flynt—” I sob.
But I don’t get a chance to say another word, because the door to the AV room busts wide open. I scream at the sudden noise. And when several cops stride into the room, one of them flipping on the lights and blinding me, I cling to Flynt as hard as I can.What is happening?