Amber
He looked like he was about to blow, and not in a good way. Zach, in his casual cruelty, had let things happen through his girlfriend and friends, but he hadn’t hurt me directly. My rationale wasn’t healthy, but seeing him after so long had hit me hard.
Hard enough for me to crawl to him. That twisted need to connect with him in any way I could.
I knew what he wanted.
I pressed my palms to the floor and began to crawl from my desk to where he stood beside my bed.
My knees scraped the floor, and my breasts swayed beneath me.
My skin prickled with heat and humiliation, but I still felt myself grow wet.
I clenched my thighs together so I could create friction between them.
“Amber,” he murmured, when I stopped in front of him. “On your knees, and show me how much you need my cock.”
This wasn’t quite how I’d pictured my first blow job attempt. Statistical research had indicated the specimen would be much more manageable than what stood before me.
I settled on my knees and shuffled closer.
The tip of his cock was red and angry-looking. The swollen mass had thick veins running around and up it. My eyes locked onto two thick ones, and I leaned in to lick them. I don’t know what got into me, but once I started, my anxiety about the unknown fell away.
When I heard his ragged breath, I began to lick him from base to tip. He had a unique scent—his natural musk mixed with remnants of his body wash. I cupped his balls, rubbing them where they rested against my palm.
I licked every inch of him, enjoying myself far more than I’d expected. Then I noticed a single clear droplet oozing from the tiny slit. I held his cock, thick and heavy in my hand, before licking the sticky substance away.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I opened my mouth for him, and he pressed the blunt end in. It was too big. I flattened my tongue as he pushed deep enough to hit the back of my throat, making me gag.
“No,” he snapped, holding himself pressed against me. “You’ll take this cock, Amber. Or don’t you love me anymore?”
My eyes flicked up, and that’s when I saw his cruel smile. Anger burned in the pit of my belly as he moved forward, gripping my head until I was trapped.
“Now open wide.”
I considered biting, but decided against it. Violence was never the answer when a brain was involved. I opened my jaw as wide as I could and felt him push into my throat. My eyes watered as I tried not to retch or gag, swallowing it all down. Saliva dripped from my lip to my chin.
“You’ll make a good cocksucker,” he taunted, pushing deeper.
I placed my hands on his hips, feeling his warm flesh, and dug my nails in. I pulled him forward, moving down his cock until he hissed. There was only a moment of satisfaction before he pulled his hips back and thrust down my throat again. Even then, most of it wasn’t inside me.
I may have bitten off more than I could chew this time.
His grip tugged at the roots of my hair as he began moving me on and off his cock, his hips driving forward each time he pulled me down.
“Yeah? You want this, Amber?” he rasped, his voice barely recognisable. “Fucking swallow me down, my dirty cocksucker.”
The pace was brutal. The sounds were diabolical. My heart pounded beyond anything I could remember, but I took him without vomiting. My cheeks were soaked, spit dripping onto my chest and legs. Throughout it all, my pussy ached like never before.
There was a sickness in both of us, and some deep, dark part of me revelled in it.
I closed my eyes when he held me still and began pumping his hips against me. I struggled to breathe, feeling his heavy balls slap against my chin. The gurgling sounds grew louder until that was all I could hear.
“Amber,” he growled, pulling out of me.
I was still gasping for air when he lifted me and flung me face-down on the bed. He kicked my legs apart, and I pressed my wet face into the bedding. Fingers pried my ass cheeks open, and I felt his cock between my legs.
“You’re dripping wet like a hot little slut,” he said, as if I’d committed a crime against humanity for enjoying myself.
I chose violence of my own preference. How he took it was his problem.
The head slid between my wet folds until he settled against my entrance. He hooked his forearm beneath my neck and hauled me up.
“You might not like where I cum,” he murmured.
Before I could fully comprehend his words, he thrust into me. I was so wet he slid right in. The stretch was minimal, but then he began to move, fucking me so hard I felt my body press into the mattress before bouncing back up to meet his next savage thrust.
I held onto the bed as my broken moans filled my bedroom—the same room where I’d once written all my secrets. It was too good. It felt so fucking amazing. He hit something deep inside me, hard enough to make me wince, but my muscles began to tighten around him.
“You’re going to cum on my dick, aren’t you? I can feel you,” he grunted.
I grabbed his arm, but he didn’t loosen his grip on my neck. He continued to drive into me, smacking against my ass before pulling back again. My eyes fluttered and I let myself go. The tight coil in my belly split apart, and I came so hard I forgot how to breathe.
“Zach,” I wailed, my body shuddering.
Zach Rayne. The only boy I’d ever obsessed over.
“Yeah. That’s it. Cum on my cock,” he growled, slowing to give me shallow jabs of his cock.
I felt the cool sheets against my face and realised he’d released my neck. My pussy was still fluttering when he pulled out. Hands pried me open, and I felt him press against my arsehole.
My head snapped up. I never got a word out before I felt him push against my hole.
“Shh. You’re the one who didn’t want to get pregnant,” he said, laughing in a way that made me clench my ass muscles as tight as I could.
“Fine, I can cum in your pussy.”
“No,” I shouted.
I inhaled deeply and exhaled, relaxing enough for him to press forward. It took a few moments, and some spit, before he managed to lodge the head in.
“Ah,” he breathed, once he was finally in. “Your asshole looks so pretty with my cock stuffed inside it.”
I would have rolled my eyes, but I was too focused on breathing through the discomfort.
“Such a tight hole. So fucking good. Open up,” he moaned, rocking in and out of me. “Let me fill you up with my cum, baby.”
The image of him cumming inside me made me bite my lip.
“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah. Good girl. Take my cock up that fine ass.”
I winced as he began to thrust back and forth.
“Yes. Take it, Amber. It’s all yours,” he said, grasping my shoulders as he drove his cock into me, deeper and harder.
I pressed my face into the cotton sheets, listening to his ragged breath as his movements grew more erratic.
He shouted my name, fingers biting into my flesh as I felt his cock bulge before his hot cum shot inside me. He groaned as more spilled out of him. I relaxed.
At least this was risk-free.
I made a mental note to book an appointment with the doctor.
My ass wasn’t built for this.