Page 25 of Forbidden Harvest

I know I should be terrified, fighting with every ounce of my being. But with this powerful man towering over me, my body betrays my mind. He unzips his pants and frees himself.

My eyes are locked on his throbbing cock. It’s massive, thicker, and longer than I could have imagined. A bead of precum forms at the tip, glistening temptingly.

“Now, be a good girl and open that pretty mouth.” His distorted voice is rough with desire. He steps closer, positioning the head of his cock against my lips.

I should refuse. I should fight back. But my traitorous body wants this, and my mouth waters at the thought.

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I can’t.”

A flash of anger sparks in his eyes, and he tugs sharply on my hair. “You agreed to the terms, princess. We struck a deal. If you lost, you’d choke on my cock and swallow my cum. It’s time to uphold your end of the bargain.”

“But—”

“No more excuses.” He silences me by yanking my hair, and I cry out, which gives him an opening to take my mouth. In a swift motion, he thrusts forward, sliding his thick length past my lips.

I gag, my eyes watering at the invasion. His taste—a mix of salt and musk—fills my mouth. He holds me in place, his cock stretching my lips, before he begins to thrust slowly, fucking my throat.

“Fuck, yes. Goddamn perfect, just how I imagined it would be.” He forces so deep I think I’m going to puke. “Get used to it, baby. You’ll be sucking me off a lot more before the night is through.”

I whimper around his thickness, but he pays no heed. He pulls out slowly, the head of his cock slipping past my lips, before thrusting back in with force, slamming into the back of my throat.

I can’t help the tears that spring to my eyes as I struggle to breathe, my nose buried against his skin. He shows no mercy, relentlessly fucking my throat.

“Take it all,” he grunts. “Choke on it for me.”

My thighs clench, and I can’t believe how arousing this is. A part of me even feels glad that he caught me.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he taunts, briefly pulling out so I can breathe. “Admit it. You love having my cock down your throat.”

I shake my head, coughing and sputtering. “No... please, stop,” I beg.

He laughs. “You had your chance to escape, but now you’re all mine. And I plan to fuck that pretty throat until I fill it with my cum.”

With renewed intensity, he grips my hair tighter and pounds into my mouth, making me gag. My eyes roll back as I submit to his dominance, my body accepting its role as his pleasure toy. The familiar coil of desire tightens within me, and I know I’m falling headlong into an orgasm, helpless to stop it.

My traitorous body takes over, and my fingers drift down between my legs. My swollen clit aches for attention, and my fingers begin to circle and rub, needing release.

I moan around his cock. He grunts, his hips stuttering, and I sense he loves seeing me touch myself, losing control like this.

I’ve never felt so dirty and ashamed yet incredibly aroused. His cock is so big, pounding into my throat, and my eyes well up with tears, but I want to taste him, to feel his hot cum slide down my throat.

I rub my clit in tight circles while I remain on the muddy surface. Closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of an orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so dirty,” he growls, his red eyes wild behind the mask. “Keep rubbing that little clit while you gag on my cock. Show me how much you love it.”

His words only fuel my need, and I whimper. I can’t stop myself, my fingers working feverishly as my body screams for release. I want to come so badly.

His movements become more erratic, and his grip on my hair tightens. He’s close, so close. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, and I know he’s about to explode, flooding my throat with hiscum. The realization sends me into my own abyss of ecstasy, and I cry out as my body convulses uncontrollably.

He grunts as he spills down my throat, holding my head firmly in place to savor the moment. I swallow, tasting him as he rides out his climax.

“That’s it, baby,” he pants, pulling out. “You’re a natural-born cock-sucker.”

I remain on my knees before him, my body boneless. I’m breathless, humiliated, and yet more satisfied than ever. I’ve just come harder than I ever have in my life, and the shame pales compared to the fire this psycho has ignited within me.

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JARED

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