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He smirked, loosening his jeans and pushing them down enough to reveal that large cock I’d seen glimpses of in the hospital, and hungered for.
“You’re not gonna do anything, slut. You’re just a hole for me to use, so you’re just gonna open your fucking whore mouth, and let me use it for my pleasure.” Torch stepped closer, guiding his cock to my mouth, but before he went further, he tucked a finger under my chin and tilted my face up.
“Okay?” he mouthed, watching me closely, that meanness leaving him in this moment, giving me an out, checking to make sure I wanted to proceed. I felt my lips twitch in a smile as I nodded vigorously.
The softness left him again, as he wrapped my hair around his fist and guided his cock into my open mouth.
“Game on then, slut. Make it good, or I won’t be back. Plenty of other bitches out there who can put out, yeah?”
Nine
Itwasironic,youknow? Like I’d been rough with women before, not anything they weren’t into, but I hadn’t pansied about, worrying about feelings. I’d fucked women and moved on. I treated them a little like cheap whores at times, but they always had an out. The word ‘no’ had always been that out for them, and on the rare occasions a woman needed me to stop, I fucking did. That didn’t mean I was a soft guy, or gentle. I just didn’t see the need to force something when I could get it elsewhere.
Now there’s Grace. The one woman I was fully prepared to treat like a fucking queen. The one woman I’d have got on my knees for, and given her whatever she fucking wanted. And what she wanted? To be treated like she meant nothing to me. To be treated like she wasn’t my fucking world, when I was pretty sure that was exactly what she was. How many women had I ever pursued beyond a single show of interest? She was the first. The only. And she wanted me to fuck her like a whore, and make her feel like she wasn’t worth a damn.
I fucked her mouth brutally, pulling her face hard against my groin, so she was choking on my dick, which felt fucking amazing, by the way, and she took it. She was getting off on it. I caught her with her fingers inside her underwear, getting off while she got used as a fucking cum dumpster, but I put a stop to it, because I was going to be the one getting her off.
She even seemed to get off on me keeping her from getting off. It was hot as fuck, I’m not gonna lie. Hanging on, and not coming down her throat a few thrusts in had been a challenge, because it’d been a while, and it washer. It was Grace. My doc. The woman I’d been rubbing one out to ever since that accident that first put us in the same room.
She looked stunning, with her hair tangled and caught in my fist, her eyes dripping with tears, although there was no makeup running down, and I kinda regretted that. Whenever I pulled out enough to let her gag and breathe, there was slobber dripping from her lips, and running down her chin. Who doesn’t love a sloppy blowie, right? It was the most undone I’d seen this woman, and she was more beautiful than ever.
She reached up to wipe away some of the mess, and I slapped her hand away again. She wanted to be treated like a whore, she’d have to handle looking like one too. It was her fantasy, after all.
I rammed my cock deep in her throat again, feeling the last of my control snapping as she started to gag, and her throat seemed to ripple around the head. I couldn’t warn her, or pull back, before I was unloading into her, right down her throat as she choked and pushed at my legs. Hell I’m not a monster, so I backed the fuck up, letting her cough, gag, and randomly spit my cum all over herself. I was a trembling mess myself, but I dropped to my knees before her, using my thumb to brush the mess away from her lips as she gasped raggedly.
“You okay?”
Her smile was wide, trembly, and fucking ecstatic. She was so happy, so proud, and so beautiful, so fucking beautiful as she gazed back at me. Her eyes were wide and a little glazed, and as I moved my hand away, she pulled it back, sucking my cum-soaked thumb into her mouth with a happy moan.
Fuck me. This woman might have just been fucking sent by the gods. How the hell did she want anything to do with an asshole like me?
“Babe?”
She was trembling all over now, and I was starting to worry I’d pushed her too far.
I dragged the cover from the bed, wrapping it around her shoulders, as I used one corner of it to wipe her face. It was a sign of how blissed out she was, that she didn’t even notice what a mess I’d just made of her bedding, but it wasn’t my priority right now. Her wellbeing was.
I sat on the floor, my legs landing either side of her, so I could pull her back against me, holding her tight and trying to keep her warm, to chase away that trembling that still shook her body even now.
“Grace, say something.”
She didn’t respond, and it was only when I was starting to really panic that she finally breathed a word.
“Torch,” she whispered. Not just a word.My fucking name.The first word on her lips after that depravity, and it was my name.
“Babe, you okay?”
She nodded, turning to press her face against my bare chest.
“God yes,” she whispered, relaxing against me, with her fingers trailing over my skin.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“No,” she giggled softly, “you were perfect.”
Grace
Itwasjustablow job, and a rough and nasty one at that, so why did I feel like I’d just had the biggest orgasm of my life? Even as I felt needy and desperate down there, I also felt like I’d just been given this big gift, and I couldn’t ignore how relaxed and sated I felt.
