Chapter 19 #2
This time, I was the one at eye level with his waist.
“You want an orgasm, Blair?” he asked as he unzipped.
“Yes,” I said in almost a desperate whimper.
“You’ll suck my cock with those pretty lips first.” His hips shifted as he pulled his pants down to his knees.
My jaw dropped open when his cock sprang forward.
Not because I was ready to take him in my mouth.
Because he was fucking huge.
In both length and thickness.
I doubted it’d fit in my mouth without causing jaw pain.
My gaze fixated on his cock, seeing the aching purple tip and the small bead of liquid seeping out. He didn’t allow much time for my appraisal before sinking his fingers into my hair and holding me in place.
He reached down and touched my teeth with his free hand, running his finger across my sharp canine, as if craving to cut himself.
His cock twitched once. Twice.
He dropped his hand from my mouth to stroke himself once and groaned.
“Open wide, my sweet Fawn.” He tightened his grip on his cock. “It’s time you suck my cock. Then your Initiation will be complete.”
He guided his cock to my mouth, running it across my lips. “Open wider for me, Blair.”
I relaxed my jaw more before taking him in my throat.
He pushed himself deeper in, and I choked.
A near-praise grunt escaped him. “Has there ever been a cock inside this mouth before?”
I shook my head, though technically lying to him.
There had been one time, but it was only for a fraction of a second. In my freshman year of college, I’d attempted to give a guy a blow job. As soon as my teeth brushed his cock, he shoved me away and fled.
That was when I knew that intimacy and sex weren’t for me. I had grown up hearing that it was evil. It seemed that Enzo was breaking that belief out of me.
“Suck me, Blair,” he grunted, pumping his hips forward.
I pulled my head back, circling my tongue on his tip and in the narrow slit, causing his knees to buckle. Exciting him motivated me, and I sucked him harder.
When he pressed his stomach against my forehead, hard and rough, desire trickled through me like he was injecting something else into my veins.
The entire time I sucked him, he praised me.
Called me his good Fawn.
He tugged my hair, firm, then soft, guiding me how he wanted me to suck him.
A long moan left him when I raised my hand and jerked him off in sync with my mouth.
Every muscle in his legs tightened in front of me as his breathing became raspy. He stopped his talking, now just lengthy breaths leaving him.
The first trickle of his cum caught me off guard, and I hurriedly swallowed it down.
He patted my cheek in approval. “Swallow my cum, Blair, and I swear, it’ll be the best damn electrolyte you’ve ever had.”
I choked down the salty taste of him.
His entire body shook as he released himself, coating nearly my entire mouth. He held me by the hair, holding my head still, until I swallowed every last drop.
Still gripping my hair, he hauled me to my feet and spun us, forcing me against the wall now. He ripped my nightgown, tossed it aside, and with no bra on, I was completely bare to him.
There was the chance someone was watching us through the two-way mirror, but I didn’t care. I was too turned on.
As I glanced down, that was when I noticed it.
The tattoo of a broken halo and antlers beside my navel.
“Did you—”
His mouth went between my legs, and the pleasure of his tongue and mouth inside me shut me up. He’d marked me without my permission, yet I still couldn’t stand up to him, afraid he’d stop touching me exactly where I needed it most.
“Oh my God, yes,” I cried out.
Enzo was reaching places inside me I never knew existed.
I’d never masturbated before. Though I was sure even if I had, the pleasure would never have come close to this.
The evil motherfucker had special orgasm powers.
The devil was great at oral, it seemed.
My fingers wove through his hair, and I tugged on his strands. I lost focus on everything as heat and butterflies washed over me.
So far, this Fawn thing wasn’t so bad.
But I had a feeling this was the calm before the storm.
The pleasure before he destroyed me.
“Get dressed,” Enzo ordered.
I’d just collapsed onto the floor, still coming down from the high of the orgasm he’d given me.
“We have a funeral to attend.” He grabbed my ripped nightgown, tossing it in a small trash can in the corner, and motioned toward a door. “Bathroom. Everything you need is in there.”
“Funeral?” I muttered, trying to collect my thoughts. “Whose funeral?”
He didn’t answer me.
“Jett’s funeral?”
A rush of selfishness hit me.
So much had happened with Enzo that I’d forgotten the Night Sons had murdered Jett.
I’d just sucked off and let a murderer go down on me.
Way to go, Blair.
Come to think of it, no one talked about Jett.
No one at the university had announced the death of a fellow student. The only mention came when Daphne saw the notifications on her phone that morning. Otherwise, silence. It was as if Jett had never existed.
Is Enzo really making me attend his funeral?
Is Enzo attending his funeral?
No one wanted their murderer going to their funeral.
Jett had died for telling me the truth.
Even if he was a shitty person, he’d be alive if he hadn’t tried to warn me.
And this man in front of me, wiping my juices off his lips, was the reason.
“Chop-chop, Blair,” he said with the snap of his fingers. “And, no, you don’t have to see Jett’s ugly-ass corpse. It’s another loser’s funeral.”