Page 100 of Unholy Union
I lick my lips, naturally curious and suddenly aroused in a whole new way.
Cato Valente’s dick is…gorgeous.
And I want it in my mouth.
He strokes himself as he grips a fistful of my hair. “You’ve never sucked cock before, have you? Other than that taste on our wedding night, right? Yet another first of yours we’ll experience together. Let’s call it sink or swim.”
I can’t make sense of what he means before I’m being pushed down over his dick. He slides between my parted lips. My body’s automatic reaction is to fight, jerking and trying to draw back.
But Cato holds me in place, shoving himself deep into my mouth. His hot, velvety length instantly feels like way too much.
He’s too big. Too thick. Too rough as he holds my head down and his dick reaches the back of my throat.
I gag, my reflexes protesting. The muscles in my throat contract at the impossible task of Cato’s thick, girthy dick sliding down as deep as it can go.
Just as panic sets in and I’m twisting and sputtering, he wrenches me back up. I gasp for air, a string of saliva hanging from my swollen lips and his gleaming cock.
Cato grins, reaching out with his free hand to thumb my bottom lip. “Look how fucking sexy you are, taking my cock to the base, principessa. Do you know how good it feels when you choke on my cock? I can feel those throat muscles struggling.”
I barely have a second to collect my next breath before I’m going down again.
I reallyamchoking on his dick as he holds my head down and groans. His hips buck against me, more out of natural instinct than intention.
He’s slid straight toward the back again. My throat muscles reject him, and I’m again left retching. I’m propped up in his lap, hands on his muscled thighs. I curl both into fists and beat them against him in protest, alerting him I need to come up.
And he’s an asshole. And I fucking hate him.
Cato pulls me back up. Tears roll down my face from how my eyes have started to water, and I’m heaving desperately for air. He strokes my cheek and stares down at me with a twisted sense of affection.
If he weren’t my tormentor, I’dalmostbelieve he loved me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, slipping his thumb into my mouth.
I meet his eyes, mine bleary and tear-streaked, and suck at his thumb like he wants me to. He groans and tells me all about how he likes when I misbehave.
“It turns out it’s a lot of fun,” he taunts. “Wouldn’t you say, principessa? Do you like gagging on my cock?”
When I don’t give him an answer soon enough, simply glaring at him, I’m shoved down a third time. My stomach clenches at the fact I didn’t get any air.
But that’s all part of the punishment as Cato’s thick cock fills my mouth and twitches against my tongue. The choking is rough, and I already know my throat will be sore tomorrow, but I also can feel how slick I am between my thighs.
Deep down I know I’ll always rise to whatever challenge he gives me.
I focus on relaxing my jaw as I’m pushed down far and air becomes a scarce commodity. Dizziness rolls over me, my body still squirming on its knees. But instead of outright fighting, I’m sinking into the sensations.
I’m easing my jaw so it opens wider and takes him more easily. I’m flicking my tongue against his shaft and reaching between my thighs to rub myself.
Cato thrusts in and out of my mouth, using it how he sees fit. His groans turn throatier and more primal as he watches me choke on his dick and pleasure myself all at the same time.
“Look at you, principessa,” he rumbles. “My little whore really does know how to behave. Fuck yourself as you take my cock.”
I moan around his girth as I slide two fingers inside myself and start pumping them in and out. My jaw aches, my throat burns, my knees are sore, and I’m lightheaded with blurry vision. Yet I’m buzzing with pleasure. I’m already so damn close to coming I welcome his dick sliding toward the back of my throat.
He’s fucking my mouth, making me choke on his dick, and it’s getting me off.
Somehow I’m able to hate my husband while simultaneously wanting him to do these things to me. It makes no sense, but every time he breaks me, or punishes me, I crawl back craving more…
Cato pulls out of me again. I inhale air greedily, in case it’s taken away again. I’m a total mess, curls tangled on my shoulders and some matted to my forehead. Tears shine on my cheeks, and my lips are swollen and gleaming with saliva.
