Chapter 13 #2
His beautiful, long, thick cock. The same cock that’d ruined me for the rest of my life. After having Forrest inside of me, I didn’t think anyone else would ever compare.
I slid his jeans down, and he lifted his hips to help me get them over his ass and past his upper thighs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Christ. His cock twitched under my gaze, the head already shiny—just like mine was.
Did seeing me submit like this turn him on this much? I hadn’t even put my mouth on him. I was about to, leaning forward to take the first delicious lick, but he stopped me.
“Do you remember the nonverbal safe word?”
“Tap.”
“Good boy. Don’t move. I said I wanted to use you, didn’t I?”
I sat there, completely still, following his orders so easily. So eagerly. I was already feeling floaty and calm, and I wanted to do everything he asked me—or made me—to do.
He gripped the back of my neck, tugging me forward. “Stick your tongue out, sweetie.”
The moment the tip of my tongue slid past my lips, he was pulling my head back, forcing me further away from his cock. He was forcing me to look at him. Look him dead in the eyes while he thought through all the ways he was going to ruin me.
A spark of fire beneath the midnight sky.
A trail of smoke reaching out to me through him.
I wanted to follow it—to find where it ended.
Forrest was pulling me closer to him without even knowing it.
It was in the way he looked at me, like he wanted nothing more than to devour me. I wanted him to as well. Craved it.
“Stay just like that. My sweet, beautiful slut. You look filthy like this, waiting for my cock. Don’t you?”
Yes.
I didn’t need to see myself to know. I saw it in the same eyes I was drowning in.
Using his other hand, he held himself by the base of his cock.
I let him lead my head to his shaft, tangling his fingers in enough of my hair to get a good grip.
He moved me, making my tongue lick a full stripe from where his hand was, to the metal bars through the underside of his cock.
He kept me there for a moment, licking his lower lip.
He hadn’t moved me, but I’d decided to take initiative and swirled my tongue around them. The way he groaned was pure music in my ears, turning the flutters in my gut into something entirely different. It was a swarm. I needed more.
“That’s it. Taste me. Savor me. Remember every inch of my cock, Jackson. Make sure you don’t ever forget it.”
How could I ever forget it? I didn’t want to. God, I never wanted to. I whimpered as I tried to close my lips around him, stopping as my head jerked backward with a strike of pain.
Forrest had tugged me back by the hair. My eyes fluttered as I struggled to keep my tongue out. “Did I tell you to do that? Hm?”
I shook my head as best I could, barely making the motion because of how tight of a hold he’d had on me.
“I said to savor it. So savor it. Taste me. Feel me with your tongue. Put your hands behind your back.”
I wrapped my fingers around my other wrist behind my back, patiently waiting for his next move.
He guided me the way he wanted me, licking all along his cock.
I fucking loved it. Loved doing nothing but exactly what he was making me do.
Forrest had the control. Forrest made the decisions.
There was nothing for me to decide. Nothing I had to worry about but keeping my tongue out, ready to please him how he wanted.
Spit was starting to dribble along the sides of my mouth, but Forrest didn’t seem to mind.
My jaw was aching, but I didn’t mind that, either.
Especially when he finally held me in front of the head of his cock, looking down at me.
“Wrap those pretty, slutty lips around me and take me as deep as you can.”
Finally. He didn’t have to ask me twice.
The moment he let go of my hair, I sucked him in, moaning softly at the feel of him in my mouth. He was so fucking big, it stretched my lips almost as much as he’d stretched my ass. I took him greedily, letting my eyes water and fall closed as he hit the back of my throat.
Every moan and slight grunt from him dug itself beneath my skin, giving the blood in my veins something new to cling to. He moved his hand away, cradling the side of my face and letting me go deeper. I peered up at him through my eyelashes, blinking away the blurry tears that’d gathered there.
“That’s it. Doing so fucking good for me. Put your hands on my thighs.”
I slid my palms up his legs, smoothing them over the middle of his thighs. I could feel his muscles twitch as I took a deep breath through my nose.
“Hold it. Don’t breathe out. Don’t move.”
My jaw was fucking burning at this point, begging to let go and close.
I didn’t let it. I did exactly as he wanted me to.
My back straightened as I watched his hand come closer to my face.
He used his other hand to slowly add pressure to my head.
I went easily, opening my throat as his cock nudged against the back of it, sliding deeper and deeper.
I was inches away from nuzzling my nose straight into his pubic hair. I tried to swallow around him, the walls of my throat conforming to him. He was leaving a mark on me. An imprint inside me that’d never go away, and I let him because he owned me.
“I control you, don’t I, Jackson? Every part of you. Your mouth. Your throat. Your very existence is all for me, isn’t it? Breathe out.”
I breathed out. Yes.
“You’re mine.”
I was his.
“Deeper.”
I took him deeper, gag reflex be damned.
“Stay.”
I obeyed.
“Take another deep breath.”
I inhaled through my nose. He pinched my nostrils together. I couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because he was all I needed. Everything faded away as my lungs slowly caught on to what was happening. No panic set in. No desperation. Just…Forrest.
The world didn’t exist around me. All I could see was him. All I could feel was his warmth, his hands, and his cock. All I could smell was him. He had taken all the control I’d desperately wanted to let go of.