Page 49 of Beg for Death
My chest ached as my heart tried to come back to life from those words. I couldn’t let it happen. “Liar.”
I let out an undignified shriek as Ezra yanked my head back by my hair. My back arched as sticks and rocks dug into my knees. I was forced to look up at him, my vision blurring before it focused. His cock was out, a deeper brown than his tan skin. The glint of his prince albert caught my full attention.
“Put your hands on your ankles,” Ezra demanded. When I didn’t move, he dragged me against him harder. “Are you really going to say no?” he asked. “Do you really want to do that?”
I whimpered. Back and forth, my mind flipped between both yes and no. Even if I wanted him, did it really matter when he could get rid of me so easily? When I thought about disobeying longer, he yanked my hair harder. My hands fell to my ankles, and I wrapped my fingers around them.
“Bite me and I’ll rip every single tooth out of your mouth.” Ezra didn’t give me a single second to come to terms as he shoved his cock between my lips.
The weight of his cock against my tongue was maddening. My hole clenched as my own dick twitched. The jackup ladder slid over my tongue, and I couldn't help myself. I flicked them and sucked his length in deeper.
“That’s it, get it nice and wet.” His moan was like honey as it dripped over me.
I wanted more.
Ezra’s cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. He didn’t ease up for a second even as my body tried to fight his entry. His balls hit my nose and all my senses were flooded with him. It was like he was determined to break me until there was nothing left.
A broken whimper resonated around his cock, and Ezra pulled back only to slam back in. He wasn’t slow or gentle as he thrusted down my throat. My lungs burned as pleasure built at an alarming rate.
“Cry some more, it turns me on,” Ezra admitted.
He didn’t have to tell me. Tears were falling freely. I couldn’t breathe and my throat felt stretched to max capacity. I couldn’t handle another thing, and still, my body craved more.
I swallowed around his length, working my throat around his cock. Milking him how I knew he liked.
“Goddamn whore.” His big hands wrapped around my throat and squeezed. “Fuck. Like hell if I’m allowing this mouth to run away from me.” He fucked my throat like it was his personal toy.
Air became impossible to take in. My nails bit into my flesh as I lost myself. Spots danced in my vision as pleasure robbed me of any thoughts. The voices in my head were blissfully silent. The wet squelch of my throat being abused filled my ears, driving me mad.
I moaned as my hips flexed up and my cock was met with air.
“Look at you. Getting your throat fucked and still leaking like a bitch in heat.”
Darkness threatened to overtake me as pleasure continued to fuel the flames of desire building in the pit of my stomach.
I was going to lose, and I couldn’t find it in me to remember why I wanted to resist him.
Ezra pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I greedily sucked in a breath. I coughed and fell forward, trying to remember how to function.
My cheeks parted and it took my brain a desperately long moment to catch on to what was happening. I glanced over my shoulder as pressure built up against my hole.
“Ez-ra!” His name turned into a scream as he slammed his cock into me. Fire hot pricks trickled up my spine and over my scalp. My fingers curled against dirt as I gasped. Pressure like no other filled me and shut my brain off like a switch.
“What was that?” Ezra’s hand came down hard on my ass. I could feel every inch as he dragged his cock out of my ass only to slam it back in. “What did you call me?”
His punishing thrusts made it impossible for a single working brain cell to connect. I couldn’t even tell him my name as he fucked me hard. Sweat slicked my back as the pain kept shifting to pleasure, making it even harder.
“Answer me, boy.” His hand against my ass made everything harder.
The fire that had been building inside of me was a raging inferno. Pleasure wrapped around my balls, coaxing more precum out of me. My cock leaked between my thighs as Ezra owned my ass.
I shook my head even as ecstasy made it impossible for me to have a coherent thought.
“You piss me off,” Ezra said. He changed the angle, thrusting into me relentlessly.
I covered my mouth and nose, trying to muffle my screams. Every single time his cock hit my prostate it sent shock waves of pleasure pulsating through me. And Ezra was hitting it with pinpoint accuracy that had more tears running down my cheeks.
His grip on my love handles was bruising as he tugged me back to meet his thrusts. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I tried to gain control over my body. But it was pointless. Ezra knew my body better than I did.
