22. Chapter 22 #4
“There you go, baby. Grind your needy little pussy against my leg and get yourself off. I know you want to. Show me how pretty you can come for me.”
My breath hitched as his words registered. Then I slid forward until my crotch was pressed against his thigh, moaning as my clit finally received some sort of pressure.
“Oh my God!” I gasped, unapologetically using him for my pleasure.
Sasha gave a low, pleased growl and the crown of his cock brushed my lips once more. I swirled my tongue around it in time with the movement of my hips, my hands lifting to claw at the thick fabric covering his hips.
Moaning wildly, I could already feel the pressure in my core mounting. I licked my way down his shaft, tracing every vein with my tongue, and lapped at his balls.
“Oh, fuck, yes! Lick my balls, just like that.” Sasha pulled me back by my hair, causing me to hiss as pleasure mingled with pain to create a delicious, heady sensation. “I’ve dreamed about these pretty cock-sucking lips. So fucking good.”
“Oh yeah?” I purred, grinding lasciviously against his thigh, my breaths coming faster and faster.
“Every fucking night since I realized you are mine.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, but before I had the chance to question him, he gave my hair another sharp tug, parting my lips just enough to slide himself back inside.
“Look at you drooling all over my dick like a perfect little slut.” He turned his head to look at Eric, who was still wriggling around like a little maggot and whimpering while he watched us.
“You see how much she loves this? How desperate and needy she is for me? You could’ve never given her that. Only I can.”
I moaned when his words sank in and lapped at the sensitive underside of his shaft, my hips keeping up the rhythm, moaning around him.
“How can you be this perfect?” he groaned when I lifted my gaze and stared at his masked face. “That’s it, grind on me and make yourself come while you’re gagging on my cock.”
I arched my back, craving more friction, not the least bit ashamed that I was probably soaking through my panties at this point.
His hard thigh felt amazing against my clit and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, while his erection pushed further into my throat with each thrust.
Sasha was fucking my face now, using my mouth for his pleasure while I rubbed against him, both of us chasing our high. I choked around his length as he pushed in as far as he could go, the tip of my nose burrowing in coarse hair.
Moans fell from his lips, deep and desperate. I was letting an escaped convict use me, fuck my face, while I was grinding on his thigh, and I couldn’t fucking stop.
Nothing had ever felt this good, this intoxicating. No one had ever made me feel like this.
One of my hands was clawing at his leg, while the other started fondling his heavy sac, brimming with cum.
“Fuck yes! Squeeze my balls.” Massaging them, I watched him let his head fall back in pleasure, his thrusts getting more erratic.
Tears were leaking out of the corners of my eyes and my chin was covered in a mix of saliva and pre-cum but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to suck the cum right out of his balls.
The aching pressure between my legs was becoming almost unbearable but then one of his hands moved down to pinch and tug on my nipples. I combusted without any warning.
My nails dug into his thigh as I desperately ground my pussy against it, twitching and writhing in pleasure. I moaned brokenly around his dick still half-buried in my throat, the vibrations making him suck in a sharp breath.
A buzzing heat pumped through my veins, leaving my entire body pliant and almost limp in the afterglow.
“Look at you coming like a perfect slut for me with your pretty mouth stuffed to the brim,” Sasha praised, tightening his grip on my hair just a fraction. The pain spreading across my scalp mixed with the pleasure throbbing in my core in the most delicious way.
My hand had slightly clenched around his sac while I’d been riding the high of my climax, but it seemed like he also enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure.
He pulled back, leaving just the tip in my mouth and I sucked in a deep breath. Greedily, I swirled my tongue around the swollen head, licking it like my favorite fucking lollipop.
“Think you can take it all, baby?” he rasped, fucking my mouth with shallow, sloppy thrusts.
I released him with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his huge cock. “Yesss! You taste so fucking good.”
“Oh yeah? Here’s some more for you in that case.” Sasha chuckled darkly, then shoved my face into his balls. My tongue darted out without a second though, playing with his balls and sucking them into my mouth.
Then I licked a long strip from his sac to his leaking tip and shoved my face down on his cock, my nails running lightly from his taint to his balls.
A shiver wrecked his body and he hissed. “Does my little devil have a little kinky side?”
“Mhm.” I hummed around him and he started sliding my head up and down his length by my hair. Lewd slurping filled the room as Sasha picked up the pace, getting closer to bottoming out with each stroke until his balls started slapping against my chin.
A growl rumbled through his chest as I gently rubbed my fingers along his taint, his cock mercilessly fucking my throat now. His balls were still so slippery, my finger slipped when he delivered a brutal snap of his hip.
Sasha froze for just a second when he felt it pressing against his asshole but then he relaxed, continuing his assault on my throat.
Was he … okay with this? Did he want me to…
Before I could overthink it, I increased the pressure on his hole and he answered with a sharp tug on my nipple. The very tip of my finger was pushed in and he went wild.
I could feel his cock throbbing, growing impossibly hard, and shoved more of my finger into his ass.
“Fuuuuck! Your mouth feels so good on my big cock. Play with my ass, baby, I’m about to come!”
I stared straight into his eyes and moved my finger inside of him until I found the magic spot, making him completely lose control.
Grabbing my head with both hands, he shoved himself to the hilt down my mouth.
I could feel him clench around my finger in time with his cock throbbing, shooting a torrent of thick cum straight down my throat.
“Take my fucking cum!” He pulled back far enough for a couple of shots to hit my tongue and I eagerly swallowed them down. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck me dry like the good slut you are. Take every last drop.”
I hollowed my cheeks, making sure I caught all of his seed. Sasha pulled me off his dick and stared down at me through the holes of his mask, both of us panting.
My face surely was a mess of tears and saliva but as his grip on my hair loosened, I could feel his gloved fingers caress my cheek tenderly. Blinking the tears from my eyes, still trying to catch my breath, I leaned into his touch.
Sasha made a satisfied, rumbling sound deep in the back of his throat and rasped, “Good girl. You did so well.”
With his thumbs, he swiped the tears away and then used his sleeve to wipe my mouth before tucking his still half-hard cock away and zipping up his jumpsuit. He cast a sideways glance at Eric, whose face was covered in tears and snot, and shook his head slowly.
“Fucking pathetic. I’d almost feel sorry for you, especially because you never get to experience what I just did, but…” He shrugged. “It would be a lie.”
I stared up at him in a daze, my thoughts lazy and sluggish as I basked in the afterglow of what had just happened. Sasha pulled me up effortlessly, my chest smacking against his front. My knees were still weak, but he steadied me easily.
Somewhere to my left Eric made a strangled, muffled sound through the gag. The reality of the situation snapped violently back into place.
Blood.
Zip ties.
A grown man who had stalked me, had tried to take advantage of me, on my floor with a shattered kneecap.
My stomach lurched.
“We’re running out of time. I need you to pack.”
“Pack?” I echoed dumbly, still dazed.
“Yes, baby. Pack. Just the stuff you can’t live without. The stuff you can’t replace.” He cast a look around my disaster of a living room. “Although it looks like packing is what you were doing anyway?”
I shifted my weight, suddenly very aware of everything. The mess, the blood, the gun at his side, and the fact that I was standing here half-dressed and completely out of my depth.
“I’m moving.”
There. This summed up my situation perfectly, without me having to divulge my utter failure at adult life.
“Yeah you are.”
“I … I know. That’s what I just said.” I gestured around the room, eyebrows raised. “Hence all of this.”
“Not what I meant. God, you’re adorable.”
Sasha still hadn’t taken his mask off, so I couldn’t read his expression. My thoughts were still slow and hazy; my brain was still fixated on the fact that, less than two minutes ago, I had made choices likely to result in my being disowned by all my ancestors.
Christ, he hadn’t even fucked me yet, and I was still feeling as though every rational thought had left my body.
His hand lifted to my throat, gripping it lightly and commanding my full attention.
“You’re coming with me, and as much as I hate rushing you, we’re running out of time.”
Another muffled, desperate noise came from the floor, making me look at Eric. His wide, terrified eyes were fixed on me.
“Sasha…” I said, my voice low. “What about … him?”
Sasha didn’t even look. “He’ll live.”
“That’s not—” My voice wavered. “That’s not what I meant.”
“He made a choice,” Sasha said flatly. “Now he lives with the consequences. If he’s smart, he keeps his mouth shut. If he’s not…” He shrugged.
The implication settled heavy and cold in my stomach.
He turned me around, giving me a light smack on the butt. “That means I need you to go pack, baby.”