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“Please,” I whispered. “Please fuck my mouth. Take me with your cock.”
He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. “Louder, whore.”
“Please fuck my face,” I yelled. “Choke me with your cock. Drown me in your come. Please.” I closed my eyes, wishing him to start now, so I could forget all of my worries. I opened them again. “I’m begging you.”
He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants fast, his cock springing free from his boxer briefs, hard, veiny, and so fucking big. He shoved it in, ramming his cock into my throat. My eyes watered. Impulsively, I pulled away. I couldn’t breathe. But he held my head with the back of his hands, keeping his cock there.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed. And once I gained composure, I did. Noisy breaths. Wheezy breaths. My throat constricted and his cock twitched. I held back the gagging as best as I could, but it was hard to do anything. He removed himself, giving me a second of relief as I gasped for air. Tears were running down my cheeks. I wiped them with the back of my hand. Black tears stained my skin. I must have looked wrecked already.
Seeing my smeared makeup, he growled, then took me by the hair and forced himself down my throat again, picking up the rhythm. My throat made gurgling sounds I didn’t know it could make. I was hot all over, sweating from the intensity, and yet there was no time to think or to be embarrassed or to feel anything beyond being used. Being his. Lucas’s fuck toy. Need dripped down my thighs, coating me, drenching my panties, and I briefly wondered why he hadn’t wanted me naked, but I knew why.
This wasn’t about my pleasure. This was about him taking what I thought was mine. Showing me that I wanted this, even if it had nothing to do with me. I closed my eyes, relishing in the loss of control, and he slapped my cheek. My eyes flicked open.
“Your eyes never leave me,” he said. “Always on me.”
Was it a dominance thing, to force me to deal with my humiliation by watching him take my mouth? Or did it have to do with his ex, that she had left him? I didn’t know, and there wasn’t any time to dwell on it.
“Stick out your tongue. Farther. Lick my balls while I fuck your throat,” he groaned, and I did. I tried as hard as I could, trying to be a good toy for him, but I gagged and tried again. The moan he let out at the height of his climax was like nothing I had ever heard before. Completely enraptured. Conquering me through and through.
