“I’d much rather you suck it, bonita.” I tease my lips over her ear. “Now, grind that ass on my cock like a good girl.”
Natalya’s hips move in tantalizing circles as she does as she’s told, grinding her ass cheeks against the heavy press of my erection. My breath catches in my throat as I release my hold on her hips, watching the way she moves in awe.
I leak into my boxers, knowing if I don’t get my release soon that I’ll cum in my pants on the damn dancefloor. There’s no way I’m letting that happen, as tonight I’m going to cum down my pet’s tight, heavenly throat.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing her wrist and pulling her off the dancefloor toward the exit of the bar.
“Where are you taking me?” she demands.
I ignore the question, as she knows she’s not supposed to question me. Instead, I continue to drag her into the street outside and then spot a dark alleyway nearby, heading for it.
“Elias, you are scaring me.”
“Good,” I snarl.
She tries to fight, but I tighten my grasp and haul her against the wall.
“Stop fighting, Natalya.”
Her nostrils flare as she looks into my eyes, rage burning in those chestnut depths. “Why are we down here?”
“Because I need to fuck that pretty little throat. On your knees.”
Her eyes widen in shock as she glances around the dimly lit streets nearby. “It’s too public.”
I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. “Don’t lie. I know you get a thrill from the idea of being seen or watched sucking my dick. Now. On. Your. Knees.” I accentuate each syllable to make sure she knows just how serious I am right now.
Natalya’s nostrils flare in anger, but she drops to her knees in front of me. In the dim street light she looks like an angry goddess, glaring up at me, and it turns me on more.
I release my cock and press it against her lips. “Open wide, bonita, and make me proud.”
There’s a flash of something in her eyes, other than anger. I sense that my little pet enjoys being praised. She craves it almost as much as I crave my cock deep in her tight virgin cunt. But there will be time for that. I have no intention of rushing my torment of Natalya Gurin.
Her mouth unhinges, and I thrust into the back of her throat, groaning when she chokes all over it.
“That’s right, choke over my cock just like that,” I growl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing my cock so far down her throat my balls are touching her chin.
Natalya digs her nails into my thighs, trying to claw me away as I block her airways entirely.
“Breathe through your nose, Gurin.”
The instruction calms her as she stops fighting, and I move my hips back and forth, fucking her throat as if it were her tight pussy. I keep my fist closed around her hair as all the pent up frustration from earlier in the library overwhelms me. The way it felt to have her come on my fingers like that was beyond intoxicating, especially in a place as public as that.
I’ve been hard ever since, even after jerking off in the shower. It didn’t help. Nothing would until I got my cock in her throat. Her eyes are shut as she works my cock in and out of her mouth. I grab my cell phone out of my pocket and snap a photo, groaning at how hot she looks. There’s no doubt I’ll be fisting my cock and staring at that photo later.
“That’s right, Natalya. Take every inch just like that,” I grunt, knowing I’m lost now, chasing my desire and thinking of nothing else. “Your throat feels like heaven.”
She looks up at me, her mascara running a little from the tears my assault causes. And yet all that I see in those eyes now is red-hot desire. She is looking at me in a way no woman has ever looked at me. Like she wants to be devoured by me and I fucking hate that I want it, too.
I clench my jaw, ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Now, be a good girl and swallow my cum,” I growl, as my balls draw up and I shoot every drop down her throat. I watch her as she eagerly swallows every drop, knowing that the deeper I get in to this with her, the more dangerous it is getting. Line are getting blurred, which was never my intention.
12
NATALYA
Ican’t walk the corridors of the school I’ve been at since I was eight years old without looking over my shoulder anymore. Senior year is by far shaping up to be the worst when it comes to Elias’ torment. The sexual edge only makes everything much more confusing.
I open my locker and my heart skips a beat when I see a plain white envelope in there with the wordsmy petscribbled on the front in Elias’ handwriting. Now the fucker is breaking into my locker. I snatch it and open the envelope to find a picture he must have snapped of me on my knees with his cock in my mouth in the alleyway outside of the bar the other night.