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As he spoke, his fingers slid into her pussy, and she bit her lip against moaning. It felt… incredible. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers at the full sensation of having something in both of her holes, rubbing against each other through the thin membrane within her body. She felt so stuffed full, so sensitive… and so humiliated by her reaction.
“Suck my cock now, or fuck later?” he repeated, pumping his fingers, his eyes full of lust and a kind of amused curiosity. As if he were truly interested in which she would choose. “If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you.”
Trish couldn’t bear the idea of either, but having the choice to do something in private, which she couldn’t possibly derive pleasure from—where she wouldn’t humiliate herself further by orgasming again, especially when there might be witnesses—was marginally better. And somehow she knew—she just knew—Jordan would choose the latter option.
“Now,” she said hoarsely, as quickly as she could. “I want to do it now.”
The fingers fucking her moved faster, making her shudder. “You want to do what now? You have to say it explicitly, babygirl. Tell me what you want.”
Sick bastard. She didn’t want it, but he wanted to hear her say it because, out of the two awful choices, she had actually made one. Now she knew how Bella had felt, having to choose which man would use her for the entertainment of the Wolf and his troops.
Best to get it over with, before Jordan could take the choice from her. And before he made her come on his fingers. “I want to suck your cock before dinner.”
The unhappy tone in which she made her statement didn’t seem to bother him. Jordan pulled his fingers from her pussy and sucked off the juices, his other hand still on her shoulder blades, holding her pressed down against the counter and watching him, unable to move.
He picked her up and turned her around, carrying her in his arms back into the bedroom where he gently set her down on the floor, on her knees. The carpet was thick enough that it wasn’t an uncomfortable position, and Trish hated the tiny surge of gratitude she felt as she realized staying in the bathroom, onthe tile, could have been painful. The man was about to force her to suck his cock; she shouldn’t be feeling an ounce of gratitude toward him for making her more comfortable while she did it!
And yet, she did, no matter how she tried to logic it away.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered as he began to undo the front of his pants. The bulge, which was directly in front of her face now, seemed much larger than it had a few minutes ago in the washroom. “Bend your elbows and grip each of them with the opposite hand.”
Strangely, being told what to do helped the anxiety rioting through her. There was no need to figure out what to do with her hands because he was already telling her what to do with them, and now they were out of the way, and she didn’t have to worry about them, at all.
His cock, thick and heavy, pushed out of the opening in his pants. A musky, masculine scent filled her nose. It wasn’t cologne or anything like that, but something was unique to him and to this area of his body.
His cock was long, straight, and veiny, a slightly darker shade than his groin, with a fat, reddish mushroom-head. The slit at the tip already had a drop of fluid adorning it, glistening, and Trish swallowed hard as her stomach roiled. She was going to taste that. Just the thought made her feel slightly ill. And yet, between her legs, her pussy spasmed emptily, as if her body reminded her she could have had him down there. She could have her pleasure, too… But Trish didn’t want more pleasure from him. She didn’t.
“Open up, little girl, and don’t move your hands from where they are.”
The foreboding tone of voice made her shiver again, and she reluctantly opened her mouth. Then immediately had to open it further, her jaw stretching as Jordan’s cock slid between her lips, much larger than she’d realized. It felt like her lips werestretched to capacity as he thrust between them, pressing her tongue down, before pulling back and thrusting in again.
The slightly sweet initial taste, which must have come from that bit of fluid, gave way to a denser, meatier flavor like nothing she’d ever tasted. Jordan’s hands went to her head to tangle in the silky locks of her hair as he began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, going a little deeper every time.
It quickly became clear that ‘sucking his cock’ wasn’t really what Jordan wanted, although Trish did suck—she had to, unless she wanted to drool all over her chin—and some of her saliva escaped her mouth anyway as the slick surface of his dick slid away before surging forward again.
Trish had absolutely no control over what was happening. She wasn’t sucking his cock; he was fucking her mouth, and the difference was clear to her, even if it wasn’t to him. Trish whimpered as his cock pushed deeper, nudging up against the back of her throat, as she waited to gag, hoping he wouldn’t be too angry at an involuntary reflex. Worried she might be punished for something she couldn’t help.
To her shock, the gagging never started, and Jordan’s cock pushed into her throat without any trouble. Her eyes went wide as she looked up at him, and he chuckled, seeing her expression.
“The gel you swallowed earlier will keep you from gagging for quite a while, babygirl. You’ll need more eventually, but not for at least a month.”
Then he shoved fully into her mouth, forcing it down her throat, and her tears began to slip down her cheeks as the muscles inside her throat burned. Jordan groaned with appreciation before pulling back out and thrusting in again. Her lungs burned too, until she got the hang of breathing in between his thrusts. Fortunately, he didn’t hold himself in place long enough to completely cut off her airway, but Trish became dizzy as she struggled more and more to breathe. Her mouth feltbruised as he ruthlessly fucked it, her tongue and lips swelling under the rough treatment.
Her whole world focused in on the thrust and drag of his cock in and out of her mouth, the timing of air, the way his taste and scent filled her senses. His guttural groans and the sloppy sound of her wet mouth filled her ears. There was no need to think, no need to worry about her inexperience or trying to please him because he was already doing as he pleased, and she was just the vessel he was using.
“Oh fuck… yes…” he said with a groan, his thrusts coming harder. “Swallow, little girl, I want you to swallow all of it.”
Trepidation surged, and then so did his cock. Trish swallowed, her throat muscles working because there was no other option. It was swallow or drown in his cum, and she automatically drank the warm, sticky fluid spurting straight down her throat. She couldn’t taste it, to her relief, because her tongue was pressed against the throbbing underside of his cock. Jordan held her in place, ignoring her small whimpers as she drank him down. His thumb rubbed through the tears on one cheek as he cradled her face and slowly pulled her off of his softening dick.
Trish gulped in air, filling her lungs for the first time since he’d put his cock to her lips, and became even more dizzy as the sudden influx of oxygen rushed through her body. The cum sat uneasily in her empty stomach, and her throat was sore from this new use.
She stumbled slightly as Jordan pulled her to her feet, falling right into him. He hooked one arm around her waist and held her against him as his other hand pulled up her skirt and slid between her legs. A small smile played on his lips as he rubbed his fingers over her clit.
“Still wet, baby,” he murmured.
Trish buried her face against his chest, clinging to him, unable to deny his observation as her arousal swirled. She felt her hips move involuntarily, rocking herself against his fingers in her need.
And when he pulled his fingers away, just as she thought she might come, she nearly cried out.
