Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
T he girl shook her head. I could see the panic rising in her chest, her labored breaths more indicative of fear than the mounting pleasure I’d already offered her. It didn’t matter. I could work with either. And I enjoyed the look of both.
I grabbed her chin, gently stroking my thumb over her jawline as I forced her eyes to meet mine. “Then it’s about time someone teaches you, baby girl.”
I could feel her swallow beneath my grip and could already imagine her drinking down so much more. My cock twitched at the thought, imagining what it would feel like to be jammed so far down that throat of hers it was hard to breathe. For her. Not me. I was breathing just fine.
The fantasy was good. But the reality was always so much better.
It took the slightest bit of pressure to pry her mouth open. Just wide enough to take the width of me as I fisted my cock at the base and eased it forward. For my own benefit and not hers. Having to knock someone’s teeth out was not on my list of kinks. And I wasn’t sure I could control myself if the girl got frisky and decided to bite down. Just another reason I wasn’t as keen on getting sucked off by a stranger. There was a shit-ton of trust involved. And the only person I trusted was me .
I slowly inched myself forward, her lips curling with the action as I continued to rub the pad of my thumb over the soft skin of her throat. Coaxing her muscles into a more relaxed state while her eyes watered at the corners and her nostrils flared. Shit was uncomfortable, I was sure. And it was about to feel a whole lot worse.
I thrusted in as far as I could go without forcing her breakfast up the wrong way before pulling back and repeating the process. Her mouth was warm and perfectly wet. But it was clear the girl didn’t know what to do with her tongue. Whether she should flatten it and tuck it out of the way or use it to lap at my cock like a lollipop.
It was fine though. My favorite part was teaching them anyway. Showing them what I liked while getting myself off.
Whenever her jaw would start to tighten, her teeth dangerously close to leaving imprints, I’d press my thumb on her jugular. Forcing her to slacken her muscles and swallow to ease the discomfort. It was another careful dance, but this time it only took my little molly a couple of minutes to learn the steps.
After a few back-and-forth motions—my cock properly slathered in her saliva, my hand now wrapped around a fistful of her hair, and her gagging sounds bouncing off the walls—I could feel myself edging closer and closer to the point of no return. My balls constricted as that familiar tingle traveled up the base of my spine and down again.
I tugged her head back, driving my cock deeper into her curved throat as those honeyed eyes seared into mine, and I came until her cheeks were puffing out at the sides. Her pursed lips keeping me in place as I struggled to stay upright.
I was lightheaded, drunk on the sudden surge of endorphins flooding my system as a smirk tipped up one side of my face.
If her throat was this good, I could only imagine what her cunt would feel like.
I shoved that thought aside as my glare dropped to those plump peach-like cheeks she was currently balancing on the balls of her feet—when they should be bouncing against my dick—as she did her best to keep herself from tipping over.
And then my mouth broke out into a full-on grin. Her pussy would have to wait, seeing as the next item on the menu was that sweet little ass.