Page 58 of The King of Hearts

Before I can tell my brain to follow through, my body does it on its own accord. The terrace is concrete, but the thick material of my dress is enough cushion to protect my knees.

He flicks the two buttons on his tux jacket, letting the lapels fall open. “Undo my pants.”

I eagerly reach forward and start with the belt. Once I have it unbuckled, I start on the snap and zipper of his slacks, the dark material of his briefs appearing. He pulls the belt through the loops. His pants sag around his waist, not completely falling down. Before I get the chance to reach inside his briefs, he grabs my wrists and brings them behind my back, holding them with one hand. He’s bending over me when I feel the leather of his belt being wrapped around my wrists and arms. He situates them so one lays over the other, like I’m hugging my back. He tightens the belt enough to pinch into my skin.

Once he’s done, he stands up straight. I look up at him from my prone position on my knees. His chin is tipped down as he takes me in just as I do him.

“You look perfect on your knees for me. Like you were made for that position.”

I run my tongue over my lips.

“You’ve been so eager for my cock, haven’t you? So fucking thirsty for it. You want it shoved down your throat until you’re choking on it.”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

He cups my cheek softly, almost lovingly, and swipes his thumb over my bottom lip. I can almost imagine his expression behind the mask is tender.

He shoves the front of his briefs down so it tucks beneath the twin balls under his cock. When his dick is revealed, I’m reminded just how big it is. His hand strokes up and down his shaft a few times. Moisture pools between my legs, and I practically drool.

The tender touch to my cheek only lasts for a few seconds before his hand slides back, and his fingers grip my hair painfully. I inhale a sharp breath at the slight sting.

“It’s time you give me one of your firsts, Savina.” He pulls my head back farther. “Open wide.”

I open my mouth and before I can prepare myself, he shoves his cock all the way to the back of my throat. My gag reflex instantly activates, and my lips are stretched so wide I wonder if he’ll break my jaw.

I instinctively try to pull my arms forward to push his thighs away, but they’re trapped behind my back.

“Come on, baby,” he growls above me. “I know you can do better than that. You still have half of my cock to go.”

Half?

There’s no fucking way I can fit that much more in my mouth. It’s already in my throat.

I make a noise, hoping he’ll pull out so I can tell him I can’t take anymore. He starts to pull away, but only a couple of inches, before he’s forcing himself back inside. I cough and gag, slobber sliding out the corners of my mouth, and tears come to my eyes.

Both of his hands are in my hair, his grip tight. He forces my head back, only to shove his cock back inside, going even deeper.

“More,” he snarls. “You’re doing so fucking good, but I know you can take more. We’re not finished until every hard inch of my cock is inside your mouth and throat.”

Black spots dance in my vision when he pushes to the back of my throat and doesn’t let up. I can’t breathe and can barely think. Spit dribbles out of my mouth, down my chin, and I feel it land on my chest. He pulls my hair, shoving his hips forward, jamming more of him down my throat. I start bucking against him, trying my best to pull myself away, but it’s no use. I can’t go anywhere until he allows me to.

I get a small reprieve when he yanks my head back all the way off his cock. My head is snapped back, and he bends down, putting his face close to mine. He’s close enough for me to see his eyes, but not make out the color.

“You wanted this, Savina. You’ve fucking begged for my cock. Now you’ll fucking take it like a good little girl all the way down your throat.”

“Please,” I beg, the word coming out hoarse. “I can’t take any more.”

“You’ve got no choice.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to protest further. He stands and rams his cock back into my mouth. I gag so much that my stomach muscles ache, and I worry I may puke.

As harsh as his treatment is, as painful as my throat hurts, more liquid seeps from between my legs. I’m so wet, I can feel it on my thighs.

On his next thrust inside, I feel him pop through my throat muscles and slide down further. His balls press against my chin, and my nose is smashed against his pubic bone.

“Ahh… fuck.” I barely hear his groaned words past the blood rushing through my ears. “That’s it, baby. So fucking hot and tight, taking my cock like a good little whore.”

He pulls back, and I barely have enough time to suck in a breath before I’m being gagged again. “You like this, don’t you, baby?”Thrust. “You like being forced to take my cock in your greedy little mouth.”Thrust. “Fucking choke on it, Vicious.”Thrust. “Show me how much you like being my perfect whore.”

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