Chapter 8 #2
He forces his dick into my mouth. My hands press against his thighs.
He hisses as I must catch his tattoo, but he bucks his hips forward, nonetheless.
I gag when he hits the back of my throat.
He groans, and his grip on my shoulder releases.
I try to pull back a little, but his hand slides to the back of my head.
I attempt to move away again, but his other hand lets go of his dick and pushes down on my shoulder.
I brace myself against his legs, trying to stop him from slamming so hard into me, but he crashes his hips into my face.
I cough and splutter, but he pounds away.
“Fuck yeah, you slut. You fucking love it. Gag for me, baby,” he chants as he crashes into me again. My eyes water as drool spills out of my mouth, rolling down my chin. I retch and cough, but he crashes into me again.
“Take it, baby, take it. Take it fucking all. You fucking slut, take me.” He grips tighter.
I wince as he drags me to him, thrusting at the same time.
I go to push back against his thighs. I cough and gag, saliva spilling uncontrollably out of the side of my mouth.
Tears stream down my face. I stare up at him, pleading for him to let me go, to let me breathe.
“Fuck you’re so pretty, cock slut, that’s it, fucking take it,” he grunts as his thighs tense under my grip.
“Fuck… Yeah… Take it… Fucking take it.” Both hands dig into the back of my head.
He slams into my face one more time, but holds me there, deep.
I’m gagging as I cough, beads of cum shoot into my mouth.
All I can do is grunt and choke, my eyes blurring.
I can’t breathe, but he holds me tight against him.
“Fucking… drink… it… You fucking cum slut,” he chokes out.
He thrusts, and I manage to gasp, and then he pulls out.
I’m doubled over, coughing and spitting cum out onto the carpet as I try to breathe.
I drag in breaths and choke. Coughing as I dry heave, I flop back onto my ass.
Gasping, he crowds me, straddling me and pushing me against the bed.
“Fuck. That was so fucking hot.”
I try to straighten my glasses on my face; they’re all twisted and pressing into my forehead, but he snatches them off me.
After tossing them onto the floor, his lips crash to mine.
His tongue pushes inside, and I can’t kiss him back.
I can’t breathe. I try to pull away, but I’m wedged against the bed.
I try to hold him off, but he grinds against me and licks my face.
He pulls off me abruptly, snatching at my belt, ripping at it like a man possessed.
“Wait, please. I need…” I try to gasp out, but he stands and reaches down.
I let him pull me to my feet. His dick is already hardening again, and I stare up at him.
He fumbles with my belt and pushes my jeans down.
I smile, thinking he’s gonna suck me. Only, with my jeans around my ankles, he spins me and pushes me forward.
I fold over the bed, crashing onto the mattress.
His body thuds against mine as he presses his dick to my ass.
“Relax, cum slut, once I’m in, you’ll be mine.”
“Wait, I…”
He pushes in. I grit my teeth. Yelling out as he pushes his way inside.
It burns. Fuck, it burns. I try to move, but his body pins me, and his hips crash against me.
I try to scream out again, but his arm wraps around me, gripping my mouth and holding it shut.
His other hand grabs my hand and pins me to the bed. His fingers dig in.
“That’s it, cum slut, scream, take it and fucking scream.” He shoves against me, rutting into me, and I start to relax. I groan, the burn subsides, and it starts to feel good.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby, fuck yeah.” He crashes into me again and again until he stills, holding himself inside me.
“Oh… Oh, fuck. Fuck.” He bites down on my shoulder, yanking my head up as he grips around my mouth tighter.
I gasp and grunt until he flops onto my back, panting and breathing heavy.
His hold around my face relaxes, and he drops his weight fully on me, his dick still buried in me.
I gasp as I try to make sense of what just happened.
The minute I started getting into it, when it started feeling okay, it was over.
“Fuck, you really are special,” he whispers in my ear.
“I wasn’t sure. But now. Fuck, I’m never gonna get enough of that mouth and this tight ass.
” He bucks against me and groans. I shudder.
Embarrassment flushes my cheeks at his dirty words, but now I feel drunk on his praise.
His hips start to pull back, but he gasps and grinds into me again.
“Fuck this, ass is like a drug. You squeeze so fucking tight. Squeeze me, baby, squeeze me so fucking good.” He rocks in and out of me, slow and shallow.
I gasp as cum starts to coat my ass, sliding down the back of my legs as I’m pinned against the bed.
His hips stutter, and then he groans. “Baby, I have to go.” He keeps moving, though.
“I don’t want to, but I have to. I’ll come back tomorrow, yeah!
” It’s not a question, more a statement.
He licks up my neck as his hips slowly jerk against me.
“Fuck, I don’t think I can stop.” He sucks at my neck as I writhe against the bed, needing my own release.
He nips at my shoulder as he flicks his hips against me.
His heat suddenly leaves me as he pulls out and stands. He tucks himself away, blows me a kiss, and heads for the door. My jeans twisted around my ankles. I try to stand but drop onto my ass as I stare up at him. He turns when he gets to the door.
“Fuck, you look good.” He bites his lip before ripping the door open and striding out.
I blink, trying to breathe, realising what he just said, before scrambling for the open door.
Once I’ve pushed it closed, I collapse onto my back, jeans screwed up around me, my ass sore.
I try to move my neck, but wince. I lay there covered in cum, confused and a little needy.
I try to get my breathing under control as I think about him saying I’m special. My lips curve into the biggest smile, and I blush. After kicking at my jeans, I work them off my legs and stand, wobbly and unsteady, as I go to my drawers, grab some clothes and poke my head out of the door.
Steven is still downstairs, so I rush out across the landing and into the bathroom. After locking the door behind me, I flick on the shower, let the water warm up as I take off my jumper and shirt.
I stare at myself in the mirror, and my eyes widen.
My bruised lips look sore and swollen. I reach up and touch them, flinching slightly.
I lick my lips, but they’re tender, and then I see my neck.
The biggest love-bite I’ve seen; there’s no hiding that, it’s so high up.
I blow out a breath. That was so fucking intense, it’s never felt like that before, and I can’t figure out how I feel.
Everything was so fast, I’m struggling to make sense of it all.
In the shower, I let the water beat down on me, lathering up the shower gel and sliding it over all my body.
My dick twitches. And I shudder as I slide my hand over it.
The downside of great sex with no release.
I stroke myself, but my nerves are twitching, my hips thrust, and I gasp.
Fuck, everything is so sensitive, I’m on edge.
I grip tighter, reaching around. I tug at my balls a little, grunting as my dick twitches in my hand.
My hand moves faster, my breathing hitches as I fire over the back of my hand.
After blowing out while I calm my racing heart, I finish washing the rest of my body.
I grit my teeth when I get to my ass; it stings a little, but then I smile.
I can’t wait to see Derren again. He made me feel wanted.
A little confused that things went so far so fast, but now I can’t stop grinning.