Page 6 of Massacre Monday
“No! I-I had a boyfriend,” I lie.
“Ah, aboyfriend. With a tiny pecker?”
“Uh, that’s none of your business. But I’m experienced.”
His abs dip with a silent chuckle. “Then show me what an excellent slut you are.”
Lips pursed, I grip the base of his thickness in one fist. His cock is warm, heavy, and girthy. As I shift closer to him, I place the head against my mouth and give it a small kiss, letting my tongue swerve over the hole where it tastes slightly salty.
“Holyfuck…” He breathes out the curse like a lullaby. I inhale quickly, steam rolling through my body at the heat behind his tone. I got this.
When I lick the end, he hardens in my hold, a surge of blood causing his dick to leap toward my face. I put more of my lips around it and blow out all the air from my lungs onto the length until he drops his head back and guffaws so loudly, his cut abs shake.
I think about giving up, realizing I must have made some major mistake in my technique, the blush from my face traveling lower in my belly and beyond.
“Here. Let me show you how to do this. Kiss the tip, but open your mouth wider.”
I settle into a more comfortable position and hold it straight in my face. With a nervous glance at the camera, I do as he says and pull the crown across my parted lips.
“Yes,”he grunts. “But use more tongue, then suck.”
Cupping the head of his dick with it, I apply some pressure until his chest rises raggedly with every breath. “Fuck, yeah. Atta girl.”
The way he grits out the words almost reverently urges me to slide my thighs together to relieve the ache growing between them. I’m so wet, I could soak through my jeans. I’m not surewhat is more disturbing. The fact that I’m kneeling in front of this stranger…
Or that I may want to stay right here.
“Look at me, pink cheeks. Can you take some more?”
Nodding, I slip my mouth over his shaft as his hips jut forward with an involuntary punch. “G-good girl.” He squeaks a high-pitched whimper that makes me work him harder, tighten my grip, and delve in more. And a bit more.
When I think I’ve got a good rhythm down, he says, “Keep looking at me. Let me see that fire in your eyes.”
I scowl at the camera, hating that he has this footage of me. If he thinks he’ll show this to anyone, I only need to tell my father. Maximillian Freidenberg won’t stand for any of it. As the thought of getting the ultimate revenge passes through my brain, he reads my mind.
“Hmm, you wanted this, didn’t you? Saidpleaseput your cock in my mouth like a filthy slut. Blowing a stranger just because she loves to suck dick so much.”
Indignation makes me back away, but not before his hand grasps the nape of my neck. I try to object, to say that I’m not sucking off a random guy for that reason, but he shoves himself deep into my throat until I gag. Tears fill my eyes and drip down my cheeks as snot flows from my nose. All the saliva gathers at the corners of my lips.
He doesn’t stop. “Pleaseface-fuck me, you said.”
With a hum around his girth, I violently protest that I never did, but he plunges in farther, the camera still glaring against my now glassy vision. I’m dizzy. Disoriented. Every thrust of his hips makes me think I’ll vomit, another seizure of my throat squeezing the air out of my chest.
Suddenly, he halts and slides out. I pitch forward on all fours and gasp, strings of spit spilling from my open mouth as I let the life-giving oxygen flow into my lungs. As I pull the humidsummer breeze in, he grips the crown of my head. Not hard, but enough to tell me he’s not finished.
“Come back. I wanna see those pretty pink cheeks as you swallow me down.”
Lurches in the back of my throat make me cough the words out as I sneer. “Fuck you.”
With a firm tug on my hair, he forces my face to shine in the light of his flash. I must look like a mess. Probably have raccoon eyes and drool all over my face as my jaw unhinges while he holds me in front of the camera.
“Okay. We can switch to that, if you want. I bet your asshole looks as delicious as your lips.”
My stomach twists into a knot. “No! I-I’ll swallow.”
His head tilts. Though I still can’t make out his expression, it feels as if he’s exasperated with me while he waits for a further response.
“I mean, Iwantto swallow you down,” I say with reluctant obedience.
