Page 16 of Slaying for Santa
His top lip curls, almost like he hates me, and hell if that doesn’t make me want him even more. I shouldn’t want this. Want him. He’s ten years older and my best friend’s brother, but I can’t deny my body when it feels this in tune with another.
“Open wide, Bell,” he rasps, shoving the red pants all the way down to pool at his ankles, giving me the first glimpse of his long hard cock.
And long it is, curling at the end in a way that I know will reach the hard to get A-spot deep inside me. But what’s even more exciting about this bendy beast is the fact that it might actually make me gag.
I haven’t told him that I don’t really have much of a gag reflex. I don’t know why that is, and it makes me a good deep throater, but that bend is going to press on parts that normally get missed.
Peering up at him, I try to look as innocent as I can, knowing guys like that shit.
“Don’t forget, do it exactly the way you imagine when you’re fucking that toy,” I remind him. “Hard. Rough. Brutal. And most of all, unrelenting.”
His nostrils flare as he fists my hair again. “Pinch my leg if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t,” I smirk and part my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out just in time for him to press his hard tip to it.
Then he surges all the way in, right to the back of my throat.
His invasion, the hiss that falls from his lips, and the way his pupils are blown has me instantly high.
He starts thrusting, not even giving me a moment to get used to his size, his dominant confidence has my bodyresponding. My panties are already soaked. Sweat dots my skin. There’s fire in my veins. And just like I’d hoped, his bendy cock has my body reacting with a gurgled gag.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, releasing my hair and grabbing something off the bed next to us.
A moment later, he hooks my bra around the back of my head, using it to control me.
“Give me more of that filthy sound, Bell. Show me how your body tries to repel me.”
His words are like a spark, because the gargle returns as his tip hits deep down my throat, my body coiling tight, my throat closing around his shaft.
“Yes. Take it. Choke on it.” He thrusts over and over, holding my head in place with my bra.
Tears stream from my eyes, and I’m glad I don’t have waterproof eyeliner on today, so he can see the evidence of the mess he’s made of me when he’s done.
He’s relentless, just as I’d hoped, his hard cock girthy enough to make my jaw ache. The only time he eases up, is when I actually nearly puke, but even then, he keeps his cock in my throat as I work to breathe through my nose, trying to go for as long as I can so he can get over the line.
Letting go of the bra, his thrusts slow as he grips the top of my head with one hand, and the column of my throat with the other, sending a rushing thrill through me.
Yes. This. He’s going to make me suffer.
“Fuck, Bell. I can feel my cock. It’s so far in.” He pants as our eyes meet again, his hand massaging the column of my throat as he feels his length fill it. “Look at you, all fucking messy for me. You look perfect like this.”
I know what’s coming next, given the way he’s holding my head, and I beg him with my eyes to do it.
Please… just do it. Make me pay. Make me choke. I’m at your mercy. Do whatever you want to me.
When his eyes flare, I wonder if he can read my thoughts because he thrusts hard once, twice, and on the third time, he holds my face to the base of his shaft as he hits all the way in, choking me, gagging me, and suffocating me with my nose buried against the base of his pelvis.
I can’t breathe, and my reflexes kick in, trying to fight. Trying to force me to pull away to get the air I need. To stop my body’s violent heaves. I jerk, gargling, trying to gasp for air, but I already know none can get in.
I gag, and watery saliva comes straight up, right before he releases my head and pulls all the way out.
Gasping for air, I nearly tumble forward against his thighs as I start coughing and choking on the pooled saliva and drool coming from my mouth. It coats my chest, drizzling down into my navel, some soaking into the top of my panties.
“You’re such a dirty girl.” Kit pants. “I should’ve used and abused this body years ago.”
I nod, not able to speak for a moment as I catch my breath, and the moment I do, I grin up at him with a wicked glint in my eyes.
“This time, hold my nose and don’t pull out,” I say hoarsely, my voice raspy from the abuse. “The moment you start to feel me fade, I’d better feel you cuming down my throat or I’ll bite your dick off.”
