Ellie
When I realized it was Rafael standing in the parking lot, my body froze and my heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t have looked any more out of place, but he wasn’t in the least bit fazed.
The dark, brooding figure in his signature black clothes had me fidgeting on the spot while my mind raced with possibilities as to what he was doing there.
When Darryl asked me if I knew him, I explained he was my new employer for the summer. His eyes went wide before he told me he forgot something in his locker and said he would see me around. Then he made a quick exit.
I slid into Rafael’s car with excitement pumping through my veins. The fact this gorgeous man has taken time out of his day and tracked me down to my school has me wanting to fall at his feet and obey his every command.
Jesus, I have issues.
My breath catches as he pulls his thick cock out of his boxers. It’s wet from pre-cum flowing over the angry head, and I squirm in my seat as my panties become damp at the sight.
It’s not the first cock I’ve seen, but it’s the closest I’ve been to a naked one, and it’s definitely the biggest and girthiest.
“Now, fucking suck,” he demands.
His thick, tattooed fingers pump it up and down, and my mouth waters at the sight as my body remains frozen.
“Fuck. Don’t just fucking stare at it, Ellie. Get those little lips around my cock and suck.” His hips thrust up in encouragement. “Fuck, Little Doll, I need you to choke on me. Please your daddy like a good girl.” My eyes shoot up to his.
His orbs are so black I feel like they’re consuming me, his jaw is set as if he’s annoyed, his shirt is pulled tight across his shoulders as though every muscle is coiled, and his jaw is clenched tight.
“I-I-I’m not sure what to do.” I admit while my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
He glares at me as if I’m crazed when, in reality, it’s him who looks it while staring at me as if I have two heads.
“Just fucking suck it. Lick it. Jesus, fuck, choke on it.” He grits out as if he’s in pain.
Holy shit, he is actually asking me to suck him off. Just like that, no “How was your day, Ellie?”
“You want me to...” I wave my hand toward his cock, too overcome with budding nerves and excitement because it’s not every day a girl gets to give a hot Mafia guy a blow job.
“Ellie,” he growls. Then he doesn’t even give me a chance to think. His hand lashes out, gripping the back of my neck, and he yanks me toward him, plowing my face into his groin. I scramble around, the seatbelt restricting my movement, but when the tip of his cock hits my lips, I’m left with no choice but to open my mouth and let him plunge his thickness inside. I gag when he hits the back of my throat and choke when he powers up and holds my head in place. Then I try to cry out when he pushes me down, making tears stream from me.
When he speaks, his tone full of awe, I become lost in submitting to him, accepting him and his need. “Fuck, that’s it.” He thrusts harder, his fingers tangling in my hair so roughly it stings my scalp. “Choke, my little fucking doll.” His words are angered and filthy, laced in venom, but my pussy clenches and my nipples peak against my cotton bra. “Fucking take my cock. Go on, choke.” I do. Then I splutter when he yanks me up by my hair, allowing me to breathe before pushing me down again all the way to his balls. His taste on my tongue is a heady concoction of salty masculinity, and I become drugged on the euphoria to please him.
“That’s it, Daddy’s little doll is doing so fucking good taking her first cock.” My panties become wetter as his grip on my hair pinches my scalp. The way he uses my mouth to pleasure him, to empty his balls and unload inside of me, is feral, but I want that. I want that more than anything, to taste him, to please him, and give him what he demands. To become his little doll.
He lifts my skirt, and his finger trails over my cotton panties, and he strokes me over the material.
“Fuckkkk.” His thrusts become erratic, short, and sharp. Then a burst of salty liquid fills my mouth. “Ahhh, Jesus. Fuck.” He stills while his cock continues to pulsate in my throat.
Something inside me wants to please him, so I lash my tongue over his velvety skin while swallowing down his cum. Saliva drips from my mouth, but when the grip on my hair slackens, and he strokes over my head, I melt into a puddle of happiness. He’s pleased with me.
“Such a good doll for Daddy,” he coos while I clean his cock with my tongue. “So fucking good.”
Eventually, I slide him out of my mouth to stare up at him. Our eyes lock. “Good girl.” He says it with such sincerity my body swells with pride. His fingers trail over my cheek with a sharp contrast of tenderness that was absent only moments ago. “I was rough with you,” he mumbles. His fingers glide over the column of my throat. I choose not to respond and instead rest my head on his thigh while he moves his hand to brush his fingers through my hair. He wipes my mouth with the tip of his thumb, then leaves it resting on my bottom lip as if asking for permission to access my mouth, which is ludicrous, considering his actions. Still, I open willingly and clean his thumb, causing him to hiss and retreat just as quickly. I feel his loss instantly, and a whine escapes my lips, so I mentally chastise myself for my stupidity. The last thing I want is for him to think of me as childish.
“Shhh, it’s okay. Let Daddy rest in here.”
His tattooed fingers hold the tip of his semihard cock at my mouth, and he taps it against my lips, then I accept it. He rests the head on my tongue, and I suck gently. “That’s it, Little Doll, take what you need from Daddy.” He continues to stroke over my hair so affectionately I’d almost describe it as loving. Surely, I’m wrong.
Maybe he treats every woman this way after he’s come inside their mouth? The thought leaves a sour taste in my stomach, and I banish it away, prepared to tell myself this tender side of him is reserved solely for me.
Having him so close and comforting me after him using me so roughly has warmth spreading through my body. He’s giving me affection and reassurance, as I am him, and a feeling of warmth and completeness rushes through my body.
“So good,” he hums while I suckle, and my exhausted eyes flutter closed.
I’m his little doll.