24. Emily
24
EMILY
Holy fuck.
It’s one thing to feel his cock through his pants. But nothing can prepare me to for just how massive it looks now that it’s jutting up angrily in front of my face.
This is, without a doubt, the largest cock I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Konstantin’s large hand is clenched around its length, and as he lowers me to the ground, he starts to stroke, smearing precum on the massive swollen tip until it glistens.
The smell of soap and aftershave, mixed with his own unique musk overwhelms me, and I shiver reflexively as I clamp my mouth shut.
“What’s wrong, Kitty Cat?” His voice is voice silky and dangerous as he asks me the same question from the photoshoot. “Having second thoughts?”
I want to tell him that I’m not scared. But that would be a fucking lie.
The only thing I can think of is a single thought flitting across my mind.
It won’t fit …
Suddenly, his words—that he’ll destroy a different hole for every dress that I’ve ruined—sound a lot less like a threat, and more like a promise.
A promise that I have no hope of surviving.
I stare up at him, and I know that there’s no chance in hell I can back out of this.
Because if I so much as dare to open my mouth to beg, he’s going to shove that monstrosity deep into my mouth, deeper than anyone has ever reached.
So deep that he really is going to destroy me.
Once again, in my own fucked up mind, I feel wetness pooling between my legs. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.
Panic mixes with arousal until it’s a heady concoction that wakes up every one of my senses and a different thought crosses my mind.
Good girl… he had said to me.
I’ll be your good girl.
I shiver again.
Buric and the seamstresses are just outside the door. But I know they won’t do a damn thing to stop him.
Not after they’ve already seen what he can do to one of his own men.
For a moment, I wonder: Is he really going to destroy all of my holes?
The answer comes as soon as the question: of course he is.
Slowly, inch by torturous inch, he pushes his hips forward until the tip of his cock—searing hot and slick with his precum—brushes against my lips. I keep my lips closed, swallowing as a whimper tumble from my nose.
The smile on his face darkens.
His large hand releases my jaw, and for a dizzying moment, I think that he’s changed his mind. The delusion quickly goes out the window when it moves behind my head and holds me in place.
There’s nowhere for me to go.
“Open your mouth, Kitty Cat.” A dark chuckle rumbles from his powerful chest.
I swallow one more time, trembling—but from what? Anticipation? Desire? I don’t even know anymore. Slowly, I allow the engorged tip to push past my lips, and over my tongue.
“You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you, Kitty Cat?” he grunts as he pushes himself deeper until the cock rests at the entrance of my throat and I’m struggling to breathe. “You’ve been praying for me to fuck your throat since Italy, haven’t you?”
I try to swallow the moan fighting to punch its way out of my core, and all I manage to do is swallow him deeper.
Yes …
His hand fists in my hair and gives it a hard yank, making me cry out against the cock and opening my mouth wider in the process. He surges forward until the angry head is throbbing in my throat. But he keeps pushing until my nose brushes against the rock-hard surface of his abs.
“Open your eyes, Kitty Cat.” He commands me. “I want to look into those pretty blue eyes as I ruin your pretty little mouth.”
I obey, looking up at him through a haze of tears that have welled up in my eyes from exertion.
And then finally, he starts to move. The massive cock pulls back in my throat for just long enough to make me think that he might pull it out completely before it rams forward again. I moan and shudder as his other hand wraps around my neck, tightening until he’s practically jerking himself off using my throat.
My eyes roll back into my head. I shiver and sputter and choke against him as he face-fucks me without mercy.
Tears leak from the corner of my eyes, running down my cheeks to join the spit and precum leaking from the corner of my mouth. Together, they run down in rivulets down my chin, along my neck, and stain the front of my blouse.
Even if I want to scream at him to stop, I can’t.
I won’t.
And I know it would be useless because he won’t stop.
Not now.
And I don’t want him to.
Konstantin grunts with satisfaction, groaning with every thrust as he pounds at my throat without mercy. He buries himself to the hilt with each relentless thrust, forcing the tip of my nose to touch the rippling bands of muscles along his belly before pulling back himself completely back and buries himself again.
The sloppy sounds of my mouth slurping around his cock fills the air, and shamefully, I feel my pussy clenching in response. Slickness fills the space between my legs, running down my thighs and coating the back of my calves.
My vision starts to turn black from lack of oxygen. My feet start pitter-pattering underneath me as I beg him to pull back so that I might take a breath to avoid literally choking to death on his massive cock.
With a single roar, he pulls back and suddenly my mouth is free for me to take a long, ragged breath. Air rushes into my lungs, and the blackness at the edge of my vision fade away. But my reprieve is short as Konstantin grabs me by my hair and shoves his cock back in my mouth again.
This time, he leans forward, and I feel him pulling up the hem of my skirt to expose my ass.
His thrusts grow wilder and I know he can see just how wet I am for him.
“You haven’t just been dreaming about this.” He snarls above me as powerful fingers move down to my ass and under my panties. “You’ve been fucking fantasizing about this.”
A temporary moment surge of panic is chased away by dark, dirty desire as his finger pushes past my cheeks. For a single insane moment, I think he’ll push his thick fingers into my ass. When he doesn’t, disappointment fills my mind.
“Having your mouth filled isn’t enough, is it?” He snarls, drawing out another burst of wetness drips. “You greedy little cock slut.”
Suddenly, he thrusts his fingers inside of my dripping wet hole the same time his cock punches deep into my throat. I cry out uselessly against the intrusions on both ends, and my pulse races from the fucked-up pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
“Are you going to ruin any more dresses?” He demands in my ear as his finger starts to pump in sync with the cock in my throat.
Unable to answer, I do the only thing I can. I shake my head as clearly as I can, even as I gulp him down eagerly.
“Liar …” he pumps me harder from both ends. “You want more. You need more. You like what I’m doing to you. You love it when I’m ruining you and using you. You won’t do I damn thing to stop me until I’m leaking out of every one of your greedy little holes.”
Yes! Yes! I feel my control slipping. I want this. Use me. Ruin me. Break me.
I can’t hold myself back anymore …
I’m going to …
I’m …
“That’s it!” He hisses above me as his fingers and cock pump me relentlessly from above and below. “Fucking come!”
And I do.
Every muscle in my body tenses up. A scream tears itself out of my throat. The tidal wave of pleasure explodes from deep within my core to the tips of my fingers. Convulsions rock my body and chase away all thought from my mind.
I scream against his cock as my pussy squeezes around his finger, sending further bursts of pleasure stabbing through my body. Writhing against him on both ends, I’m carried higher and higher towards the impossible peak of my climax. A peak so far that I don’t know when I’ll ever reach it.
Konstantin’s fist in my hair tightens and he shoves his cock deep into my throat until there’s nowhere else to go. It grows harder for a split second, and then the floodgates open as he cums.
“Don’t you dare spit out a single drop, my greedy little cum slut.”
Yes! I scream silently. I’m your greedy little cum slut.
Obedient, I gulp down his cum as fast as I can, my raw and bruised throat working hard as one salty spurt after another surges down into my stomach. He holds me down in place while the aftershocks of my own orgasm reverberate through me. My eyes roll back as semen fills my convulsing throat, my bulging mouth, and threaten to spill beyond my lips wrapped tightly around his rock-hard length.
When he finally pulls his cock out of my mouth, I fall forward onto my hands, gasping.
“That’s hole number one.”
My heart races, and I stare up at him just in time as a drop of cum falls from the tip of his throbbing cock onto my face.
He can’t be serious, can he? Is he about to fuck me in all of my holes right now? His cock is still rock hard, and I shiver again.
If he fucks me in my pussy and ass the way he fucked my face …
His hand fists in my hair again and he yanks me to my feet. Pain turns to pleasure in my cum-addled brain as I stand on rubbery knees. He brings me over to the full-length mirror just a few steps away, grips my chin and turns my face towards it.
“Look at what you made me do to you, Kitty Cat.”
I gasp when I see my reflection.
My cheeks are tinged red. Two long black streaks of mascara run from the corner of my eyes down my face until they join at the pointy end of my chin. The front of my blouse is completely soaked from the mixture of tears and sweat and spit. A single errant drop of cum hangs on the corner of my lips.
He’s right.
He fucking destroyed me.
And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
Pulling me close against him until his cock rests above the small of my back, he plants a dark bite against the lobe of my ear—just hard enough to send another delicious burst of pain mixing with pleasure in my veins, but still gentle enough to leave no marks.
Holding me even closer, he reaches down and pushes a finger back inside of my dripping wet pussy, teasing another moan from me. Slowly, he starts to move his finger again. My knees buckle in response, and I’m suddenly glad he’s holding me up.
“You’re not ready,” he whispers.
I whimper as relief floods through me.
And following in its wake, disappointment.
My lip trembles and I almost start pleading that I am ready.
“Now, are you going to behave?” He asks.
“Yes …” My voice rises almost an octave higher as I answer him breathily.
My toes curl as his thick fingers bring me so effortlessly towards the edge of another orgasm.
“You’ll pick out a dress?”
“Yes…” I gasp. And then, as if to convince him, I add. “I’ll be your good girl.”
He stares at my reflection and chuckles darkly as he pushes a second finger into my pussy.
“Liar.” His voice rumbles against my back, and his searing hot breath plays at my ear. “Good girls don’t get this fucking wet for a monster like me.”