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With that, I attempt to take more of him into my mouth, fighting the urge to gag when he reaches the back of my throat. I pull back, running my tongue along a bulging vein, up to his tip and flick my tongue over his head.
“What do you think is going to happen when you set me free?” he taunts with a joking lint to his voice.
“Who says I’m going to set you free?” I taunt back right before wrapping my lips around him once again, and suctioning as hard as I can and he groans loudly.
I take pride in the noise I pull from him, and my already damp underwear is soaked with my need to be touched. I ignore it for now, completely focused on bringing him to the edge.
I learn what he likes, what makes him groan and thrust his hips up further into my mouth. Then, when I can tell he’s close to exploding, I pull back completely. This time his groan is one of protest. His cock is glistening, wet with my spit, red and angry that I’m not touching him anymore.
He chuckles darkly, and I sit back, taking one more long look at him. He looks like he’s sculpted from marble, and no one should have muscles so perfect. No one could have it all in the looks department. Though, I guess what he has there he lacks in personality and human decency.
“Come up here, babe, and let me return the favor,” he teases. I hate how instantly tempted I am. But that ruins the point. I’m not going to let him touch me again.
I hum, backing up further. “No, I think I’m going to leave you to finish that.”
Colin smirks, looking me up and down. “We’ve already taken care of ourselves, let’s switch it up this time.”
“Enjoy…that.” I gesture at him while standing up, fighting my shaky legs to remain stoic as I walk away.
“Oh I will.” His threat follows me as I walk out of his room, unable to take a deep breath even after shutting the door because I know I’ve just awoken something in not just him, but myself. Because if I didn’t walk out of that room I would’ve kept going. I would’ve pushed for more. I would’ve taken more.
Too bad I don’t think leaving the room is going to save me.
Chapter 15
Mayson
It was wishful thinking that I would have a peaceful night after what I just pulled. Instead, I just ignited a fire that isn’t going to fizzle out.
Before I’m able to safely shut myself in my own room, Colin is there shoving his way in. I try to slam the door closed on him, but he’s insanely strong, and also angry. Which I know I caused. I’m not as scared of his response as I should be.
He towers over me as he pushes me further into my room, kicking the door closed behind him. I walk backwards trying to get away, or maybe to tempt him even further. I’m not sure which, but with the look in his eyes I feel like I shouldn’t push him.
And that only makes me want to do it even more.
“I’m shocked you got out of those restraints so fast.” I work to keep my voice steady as lust practically consumes me.
“Told you I would.”
“I know, I just mean because you seemed like you were struggling a bit and don’t think you’ve been hitting the gym asmuch, so?—”
He grabs my throat, pulling me into him so hard our chests collide. I try to gasp, but it’s hard with the way he’s gripping me.
“I was going to let you get away with a lot while living here. I was going to fuck with you in other ways, but you crossed that line babe. Now, I’m just going to fuck you.”
“Wha—” I’m cut off when the back of my knees hit the bed. Colin pushes me down. Before I’m even able to register what’s going on, he has my pants pulled off my body, and his face buried between my legs. His mouth is latched onto me, working me with his tongue so viciously I screech in surprise, and try to pull away, but he bands his arm around my thighs, and presses his hand onto my stomach, keeping me pinned in place.
He's not taking it easy or teasing me. He’s fucking me with his tongue and eating me out like I’m the air he needs to breathe. I’m gasping and struggling because it’s all too much, too fast. I’ve been turned on for so long that having him touch me like this has the orgasm barreling toward me and I feel like I may actually die.
Death by orgasm from my stepbrother’s tongue.
Someone make sure to put that on my gravestone.
“Colin, wait,” I gasp at the freight train of pleasure headed toward me because I just need him to slow down, it’s all too fast and I just feel like I need a second to breathe, or think, orsomething.
“Nope, soak my face,” he says it so easily. I’m thrashing around, and fighting that very thing, but when he presses a finger into me while continuing to do actual magic with his tongue, I’m completely gone.
I’m gasping and clawing at the bed trying to hold onto something so I don’t completely lose myself as the orgasm pulls me under. I swear I blackout from the pleasure and canfeel how smug Colin is about it, which makes me want to smack his stupid face.
