Page 60 of Cut Me Down

“Well, it fits in your tight pussy, so I guess we’ll figure it out.” My face instantly flushes. I’m pretty sure that’s a compliment, but with the dirty way it spills from his mouth, I’m not sure how to react.

Honest truth? I’m scared to death of that large penis shoving it’s way into my mouth. I'm not good at sucking dick. Cooper told me all the time how mediocre I was. He swore he ‘tried to teach me’, but when I wasn’t good enough, he’d degrade me, and even sometimes punish me for it. I’d have to stand off to the side and listen as he told his friends how horrible I was, and how I had no idea what I was doing. Well, yeah, no shit. I had never put a dick in my mouth before Cooper.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I'll talk you through it, and when I'm done, you'll hear me call out for you like the Goddess you are. You didn’t choose your name, but that doesn’t mean you can’t grasp it and mold it into something extraordinary. Soon, you won’t cringe when you hear your own name. You’ll feel powerful. Invincible, even. Knowing that it’s only you who could be my downfall.” How does he do that? It’s like he hears my negative thoughts and turns them into something pragmatic. I do as he says, and I stand on my knees on the floor. Feeling completely and utterly exposed kneeling before him completely naked.

I look up to him through my lashes, and marvel at how he inhales a shaky breath. His eyes drag from my eyes, down to the floor, and back. Clearly looking me over, and the hunger that flashes in his gaze is one of total obsession. His neck is strained, and his mouth is parted like he could dive down at me any moment now.

“Breathe through your nose, it’ll be easier.” He says through gritted teeth as he nods reassuringly.

I place my hands on his toned pelvis to prepare myself. Running the pads of my thumbs along his hip bones to feel the softened skin there, and then I lightly grab his base, which is still wet from my lubrication. Deciding to take my time, I take his head in my mouth. Taking in the salty and sweet mixture of our combined fluids, and I’m surprised to discover that I don’t mind the taste.

My tongue starts to navigate the anatomy of his cock. Grazing the tip and swirling around to feel the veins and tissue in its reach. I lick under his bulb, flattening my tongue to fit the shape of his penis, and that’s when I hear his sharp inhale. Not one of pain or discomfort, and the groan he lets escape tells me that it’s one of pleasure. The sound was quick, but longing. Like he’s waiting patiently for more, and that gives me a confidence boost. He loves what I’m doing to him. Learning how we both taste, and that I’m taking the time to explore the most sensitive parts of his body.

Using that mixture of arousal as a lubricant, I begin to stroke the rest of his shaft. Wrapping my fingers around his length and caressing him with a moderate hold. I slowly make room for him in my mouth by moving my head back and forth, allowing it to enter more and more with every head bob. I lick his shaft and under his tip as slowly as I can, so he can really feel the sensation as my tongue rubs over every vein and ridge.

It’s only a few passes before his large hand graces my cheek with a sweet caress, and then moves to the back of my head. His fingers gently curling and grasping the silky strands of my hair.

“Fuck, Ashia.” He moans as his grip tightens slightly, and hot damn, if he wasn’t right. The way he purposely spoke my name like a prayer drives me forward. Pushing my head further and taking him in deeper than I have been. Diving in so deep, I feel as he reaches the back of my throat and curls around my stretched cheek. My lips close fully around him, and I breathe through my nose, as instructed, to fight my gag reflex. Something I’ve gotten used to battling my eating disorder.

“Relax your throat, baby girl.” He commands, his voice coming out rough and hoarse. I do as he says, taking a deep breath through my nose, and letting him slip further down my throat. Another moan rings out through the room, and his arm trembles as he tightens his grip on me even more. “You’re so good to me. God damn, Ashia, where the fuck have you been my whole life?” I feel as he begins to move my head for me, setting his own rhythm as he fucks my mouth.

Drool begins to pool and run out the corner of my mouth, lubricating his dick even further. I pull my hand away from his hip to wipe it away, but then he wraps his fingers around my wrist so lightly, it’s almost endearing, and leads it back to his hip. I caress his hip, much in the way he likes to do to my face and get the urge to touch him more. Navigate the other sensitive points displayed in front of me.

I move my hand up and down his thigh. Feeling the strong and ridged muscles there, before following the bone in his hip, and down to his ass. The muscles and skin there are also firm. Yet, smooth and more supple than I had originally anticipated. I knead the flesh a few times before traveling back down and between his legs again. Exploring his scrotum and gently massaging his balls. The set barely fit in my hand.

Using my newfound knowledge of his sweet spots, I put the sensations together. My hand working his balls while my tongue and mouth tag team his dick. He lets out a string of curses and moans as he begins to thrust into my mouth even faster. Using my body to chase his release.

As my eyes begin to water and drip down my cheeks, I look up at him. Curious to see if his face mirrors his body’s reaction. The moment we make eye contact again, it’s like something snaps in him. I'm not sure why looking up at him would be somethingthatgreat for him, but I watch in surprise as he throws his head back and releases a loud, guttural moan. His balls tighten in my hand, while his breaths and moans become staggered, as if he’s fighting against his own urges.

His cock twitches in my mouth, and with a loud roar of my name, pumps of hot, sticky cum explode out of his tip and coat my mouth before sliding down my throat. Ropes of cum fight with each other to race down my throat as I try to swallow him, but it’s too much for me to get down. As he continues to bob my head back and forth with his hand, I feel as it oozes out of my mouth and trail down my chin.

Once his cock has finished its eruption, he deflates and loosens the grip on my hair. As I pull away from him, I lick any evidence off his tip and my own lips as I can. My face immediately burning up with the embarrassment of looking so filthy. I look around, scouring for something to wipe my face and chest off with and realizing there’s nothing before I look up at him again. He's breathing heavily, his head still thrown back in satisfied bliss. The same look on his arms as they dangle at his sides.

“God damn, Ashia. You are phenomenal.” He then reaches over to my windowsill, grabs his shirt, and wipes my chin for me. Gently and sensually as I start to stand, but he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in close. Pressing his body against mine and allowing me to feel his cock twitch back to life. It's like making him come only turned him on more. Doesn't he ever get tired? “That piece of shit really made you feel bad about that divine mouth?” He nudges his face against mine in an adoring gesture. “I don’t understand how you think so low of yourself.” He says as he begins to kiss under my jaw again.

“I guess once you've been told enough times, you start to believe it.” I say honestly. He retreats and grabs my chin again. Bringing my gaze back to him.

“Well, you'll have the rest of our lives to hear me praise you instead. I know how hard it is to release those caged thoughts, but soon, you’ll never think of them again.” He tightens his grip before he turns and falls onto the bed in a lazy demonstration. I yelp as I land on top of him, not wanting to cause him any discomfort, but he keeps his tight hold. Unwilling to loosen it. Once he adjusts our position at the correct spots in the bed, I curl up next to him, and he immediately runs his fingers through my hair like I like it. Caressing my scalp like it’s his way of rewarding me for a job well done.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’d never doubt yourself again. No piece of art, or beautiful sunset could compare to you.” He says before he plants a kiss to the top of my head and settles in. Never letting up on the motions in my hair, and it's no time at all before I fall back asleep.

“Now I'm serious Ser, if I tell you to leave, you need to leave. No questions asked okay?” I ask as we continue to walk down the cracked sidewalk.

“It’s going to be fine Ash! We're just going to grab you some clothes. You can’t have a birthday sleepover with no pajamas! You still have that cute pink pair mom and dad gave you right? I have the perfect slippers to go with it!” She throws her arms out as if the slippers were the best thing on the planet.

“Yes, bossy pants, I still have them. Is it really still considered a ‘sleep over’ even though I stay with you half of the time already?”

“Of course it is! It’s your twelfth birthday! We're going to have cake, and tacos, and mom and dad have a surprise for you. Then we’re going trick or treating, and because mom and dad are SO cool, we’re going to a haunted house after! It’s going to be so much fun! That’s what you wanted right?” Her eyes widen, and as her smile does the same, I know that she’s just as excited as I am.

“Okay, I’m pretty stoked. That sounds amazing!” I say, adding a small jump to my steps.

“I know right!?” We finally walk up to my house, and I notice an old, dark orange, beat-up Ford in the driveway. A tingle of nervousness crawls down my back, and I immediately regret coming here.

“Oh, crap.” I say under my breath.

“What?”

“J.P.s here.” We stop at the gate to our run-down, fenced in front yard. Something doesn’t feel right. Granted, it never does at my house, but this is darker, even angrier than normal. “Stay out here okay?” I turn to her and plead.

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