Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
ATHENA
Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees. I didn’t know how he did it, but Charlie had a pull so freaking strong over me that if he asked me to do anything, then I probably would without questioning him.
My pussy was gushing in anticipation, and I peered up at him. “Give me your cock.”
He reached into his pants and pulled up on his dick so I watched the outline move up and up toward his waistband, until his veiny cock popped out. “So demanding, baby. Ask politely for it.”
“Please, can I have it?”
“Where do you want it?”
“Anywhere,” I breathed. “I just need you inside me … badly.”
Once he laced his fingers into my hair, the heel of his hand on the top of my forehead, he pulled my head back and placed the head of his cock on my lips. When I went to suck it into my mouth, he pulled it back and clicked his tongue.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
When I did as ordered, he placed his cock on the tip of my tongue.
“So submissive,” he noted. “You do everything I say.”
“Please.”
“Has your pussy been wet all day by you just thinking of me?”
“Yes.”
His lips curled into a smirk, and he pushed a couple of inches of his dick into me.
My throat was sore from this morning, and I could barely take half of him in my mouth before choking. I spit up some saliva and looked back up at him, my pussy aching to be filled by his huge cock.
I moved closer to him and sat back on my heels, wrapping my hands around the base of his dick. It was huge, veiny, and thicker than it was on camera.
And, God, I still couldn’t believe that this was happening for a second time today.
“No hands,” he said. “You don’t need help. Please Daddy with your mouth. You can do that, right, Athie?”
Heat exploded in my core when he murmured his nickname for me. I sucked more of him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around his shaft. He curled his fingers into my hair and grunted.
“Look at you,” he whispered, gently brushing the fingers of his opposite hand down my cheek. “You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, with these tears filling your eyes, your cheeks all red.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I sucked more of him into my mouth, desperate to please him. I didn’t want him to see me as just another girl he hooked up with. I wanted to be his best, though I knew I was far, far from it. I’d never be able to compare to that girl who didn’t have a gag reflex or the brunette with big eyes.
But I could at least try. For him.
When I took more of him into my mouth, I gagged, but didn’t stop.
If this didn’t work out, we could still be friends. Hopefully.
“Rub that pretty little pussy for me,” he said.
After dropping a hand between my thighs, I rubbed my clit. With every torturous little circle, the pressure built higher inside my core. I moaned around his cock, tears welling up in my eyes from how deep he was inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, looking into the mirror. “Your ass is perfect.”
A wave of heat coursed through my body. I leaned forward onto my hands, lifted my ass off my heels, and crawled closer to take more of his cock into my mouth and to show him how wet my pussy was for him.
“Look at your pussy drooling for me.” He slapped one of my ass cheeks and watched the way it bounced in the mirror.
I might not have tits like most of the girls he hooked up with, but my ass wasn’t half bad.
“So fucking sexy. I want to record us so I can jerk off to it later.”
My eyes widened, and I clenched hard.
Does he mean, like … record with him? He … there’s no way. I couldn’t …
He definitely watched my pussy tighten in the mirror because a low chuckle left his mouth as I gagged more on his cock. “Would you like that? Hmm? Show the world how wet your pussy gets for me?”
Fuck! I rubbed my clit harder and nodded.
“Use your words,” he commanded.
“Mmhmm,” I said, my words muffled by his dick in my throat. “I hanht hit. I hanht hit!”
After cursing underneath his breath, he grunted, “Tell me how long you’ve wanted me.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and hoped that he wouldn’t even notice that I didn’t answer. I couldn’t tell him that I had had a crush on him since the beginning. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if he had only wanted to sleep with me?
Chest tightening, I peered up at him through teary eyes and took more of him inside my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth without using my hands, like he had instructed me, spit and drool rolling off my chin and onto my chest.
When he pulled out of me, I kept my mouth open and my tongue out. “Please, more.”
He took his cock in one of his hands and gripped it at its base. “Where do you want it?”
“On my face,” I cried, rubbing my clit hard and fast. “Please, come on my face.”
While I expected him to run a hand through my hair and move closer to me so he could decorate my face with his cum, he stroked it a few times and stared down at me like he expected a different response.
But he only came on girls’ faces.
“I want to come inside your pussy.”
My eyes widened as a sudden gush of pleasure rushed to my core. And before I knew it, I was up off my knees and tossed onto the couch by Charlie, like he was some savage animal, ready to claim his next meal.
He climbed between my legs and didn’t even think twice about spilling into me because as soon as he slid it in, he was groaning and grunting in a way that I had never heard in any of his videos. Not even the ones with pretty girls.
I curled my fingers around his muscular shoulders and exploded around his huge cock, my back arching and moans escaping my lips. He crawled further up the couch, pushing and pushing himself deeper inside me until his balls pressed up against my aching cunt.
“It’s too much,” I exclaimed.
Why did he keep pushing it deeper inside me? I didn’t know. But the pressure of him driving his hips against my clit continued to push me through the second orgasm of the night.
“You can take it,” he murmured, voice gruff. “My girl can take it.”
My eyes rolled back, and I curled my toes as another orgasm ripped through my body.
“Oh my God!” I cried, digging my nails deep into his muscular back and clawing down it, surely leaving marks all over his body. But I didn’t care.
He had left marks on mine, and whenever he filmed another solo video, everyone would know that he belonged to someone.
Me.