“Goddammit,” he barks, snatching my wrists and binding them together against his muscled abdomen. “Will you fight me this hard when I fuck your greedy cunt?”
My eyes widen and meet his as a breathy moan leaves my lips. Reflectively, my hips buck up, seeking him out, needing him to fill me. “Are you going to fuck me now, Wolfe?” I whisper. My tongue darts out, wetting my dry lips as I wait for his response. His eyes track the movement like a cat hunting a mouse.
He falls under my spell for a moment. Just one second. I tear my arms away but only successfully free one. I rear back, slapping his face. My palm meets hard plastic, but it’s enough to have his head wiping to the side and the mask shifting, leaving his mouth exposed. Slowly, his neck turns back to me, looking like every horror flick where the killer is about to take out his prey. The look in his eyes is so feral, it has me freezing, and for the first time tonight, I feel genuine fear. His eyes scream murder and punishment.
His grin—mania. Maybe some of that insanity he tried to warn me about.
“No, Pet. You got your pleasure the other night when you deserved punishment. Now it’s my turn.” With lightning speed, he shoves my arms into the dirt and shuffles forward, pinning them with his knees. “I’m going to fuck your throat until your choking for air, and then I’m going to fuck you harder until you can’t breathe.”
My heart is slamming so hard, I’m sure he can feel it under his ass. One hand darts out, collaring my throat, much like the other night. He glares at me, mask tilted sideways, leaving his plump, pink lips and white teeth on display. With the moon casting barely there flickers of light across us, he truly does look like The Devil. He squeezes my throat and bends over me, shifting his knees to free my hands.
“Take my cock out, slut,” he demands. I can’t speak. Can’t scream. Can’t protest. I can barely breathe under his tight grip, so I do as he says. Never breaking eye contact, I unbutton and unzip his jeans. He lifts enough to help me free his cock. When it bobs against his cut abs, I finally glance down. I choke on my tongue.Holy pierced anaconda.“You like that?” he murmurs.
I expect a cocky smirk or goading tone, so I’m surprised when I find a slight flicker of nerves beneath his words. I can’t respond, so I jerk the tiniest nod and open my mouth, showing him just how much I like it. Approval washes over the features that I can see, along with something else. Relief, maybe? Pride?
Bending over, he locks eyes with me and purses his lips, showing me his intent. He spits into my mouth, letting a long trail of saliva connect us before licking it and severing our momentary connection. “Swallow, Pet.” I do. I greedily swallow, savoring his flavor.Smoke.But not cigarettes.Weed?I smile softly.
He releases his hold enough to allow me to breathe for a moment before shoving his massive cock down my throat. My eyes widen, and I choke on the first thrust. My lips barely wrap around his girth, and my teeth scrap his many piercings with each deep shove. My tongue lashes out, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I can without any control. Wolfe snarls. His hands grip mine in a tight hold, pinning them on either side of my face. His thrusts are rough, out of control, feral, but his hands…they’re kind. His thumbs stroke mine as if he's trying to apologize and reassure me, all while choking me on his fat cock.
“That’s it, bitch. Take it. Swallow my cock like the good little whore you are,” he grunts.
I suckharder.
Lickfaster.
Swallowdeeper.
His eyes close in bliss. His thighs shake. But he doesn’t stop, and neither do I. I find one of many barbells and tug it with my teeth. He stutters and growls. His eyes open and shoot to mine. Wolfe releases one of my hands and grips my hair, yanking my neck backward.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so pretty when you can’t breathe.” Tears are now steadily leaking down my cheeks from the force of his punishing thrusts. He’s right, I can’t breathe. His cock is so deep down my throat he’s actually gagging me. “I love the way you look when you cry for me,” he pants.
His eyes are wild. He’s lost to the hunt. To the chase. The freedom and exhilaration it grants you when you truly let go. I understand the feeling. Wolfe may be the one forcing me, fucking me, and taking my power, but right now? I feel free. I feel powerful. I feel in control.
His pleasure is mine.
His orgasm is controlled by me.
His cum, isfor me.
His pace picks up as black dots dance around my vision. My eyes flutter closed as my lungs scream out for air. With all the remaining breath I have, I give all I’ve got. I give him more pleasure than he could imagine with my mouth alone. I let himhaveme, fully and completely.
“Fuck, Rayvn,” he groans. “I’m honored, baby. You knowingly let me hold your life in my hands. That’s so fucking hot.Shit.” His words are breathless—like he’s dying from lack of oxygen alongside me. “I know I should stop. Know I should let you breathe, but I can’t and I don’t even care.” He pounds harder, his balls slapping against my chin roughly.
“Can’t stoptaking.”Thrust.
“Can’t stopfucking you.”Thrust.
“Owning you.”Thrust.
My hands go limp as I lose my battle with consciousness. The last thing I hear before passing out is the word,mine.
“Wake up.” A soft slap to my cheek has me jolting awake. I blink and blink again before sputtering on a mouth full of warm liquid.“Welcome back, Little Fox. You worried me for a minute there.”
Wolfe is bending over my body, panting heavily, murmuring words of praise that make me tingle. “Shit. So good. So, fucking perfect for me. Such a good fucking girl.” His weight’s been lifted from my limbs, but he hasn’t left yet. I swallow his cum, and it burns the entire way down. My face is covered in tears that are cold and itchy from the wind. I’m sticky from cum and spit. My mouth feels like I’ve had the shit kicked out of me, but…
The static in my head is gone. My muscles are limp, and my body is exhausted. A good exhausted. I feel—perfect.I smile a wobbly, pained smile, watching as he catches his breath. His body is twitching from the force of his release. His semi-hard cock is laying against my chest, red and pulsing. His skin is sweaty and bloody from my fingernails. But the smile on his face…it’s pure, undeniable happiness.
I did that.