Page 8 of Vendetta

“Scared of me?”

I nod again.

He lets out a low laugh. It’s disarming. My skin erupts into goosebumps as I hear it.

He takes my hand, places it on his crotch and I gasp as I feel how fucking hard he is right now.

“You have nothing to fear from me.” He says. “I will treat you like my queen. Worship you as my only god.” He states as he rocks his hips slightly.

I glance at the partition. It’s obvious the driver can’t hear us and part of me is relieved but the other part? The other part wants him to hear, wants everyone to hear, and that thought makes me think I must be mad too.

“Why me?” I say trying to keep my voice neutral despite the heat starting to flush in me. My fear is rapidly giving way to something akin to lust, reckless, stupid, illogical wants.

He lets out another laugh. “This is why.” He says grinding harder. “You. You do this. You make me want in ways I’ve never wanted.”

“But I haven’t…”

“No Eleri. That’s another why. You’re a fucking saint. A wanton angel calling out for me alone, only you don’t know you’ve been doing it.”

I gulp unable to respond and he lets me fall silent, but he keeps his hand over mine. Keeps me gripping his cock. Part of me wants to pull mine free, to slip mine under the fabric and feel him but I don’t dare and besides I have no idea where we’re going right now. I don’t know how long we’ll be in this car and I don’t want to start something I’m not ready for.

But as he undoes his belt I realise this is already happening. He’s escalating. Making his move.

I bite my lip because in all honesty I’m probably as turned on right now as he is. I haven’t been touched by anyone, been with anyone, even felt aroused in so long that this deep longing is building in me and I can’t think of anything else except the fact that this man wants me. Me.

He doesn’t tell me to do it. I do it because I want to. I move my other hand, slide it under his boxers and his dick springs free.

“Fuck.” I murmur.

He’s big. Ridiculously big. Maybe that’s why he acts the way he does. He’s all macho big dick energy and here’s the reason.

I’ve not been with many men. I’ve had a handful of boyfriends before that night. Maybe the guys I was with before were just small. But as I stare at his cock I know that he’s not normal. His dick is not normal.

“I can’t fit that in.” I say and he laughs.

“Yes you can. You’ll take it all even if you gag on it.” He says grabbing my head and pulling my face down to where I can see his precum is already glistening.

My lips touch the velvet softness of his head and he groans as if I’ve done something incredible.

I grab hold of him with my hands. The only way this will work is if I keep them at the base and try to limit how much his cock can get in. He’s so girthy my fingers and thumbs don’t even meet as they stretch around him.

I slide him inside and he groans again, shifting more in his seat so that he’s more comfortable but it only increases the angle I’m at and I’m forced to get off from where I’m sat and kneel in the footwell at this man’s feet.

He tilts his head staring at me and as I start to move him in and out of my mouth he pulls my hair back, gathers it into a rough ponytail at the nape of my neck and all of my face is revealed.

I wince. Wanting to hide. Needing to. But this man won’t let me. His other hand is on top of my head, gripping me and forcing me to remain where I am.

“You look so good sucking my cock Eleri.”

My mouth is so wide from how big his dick is I can’t even respond but I feel the drool slipping out, sliding down my chin. I swirl my tongue over the tip of him, even his precum tastes like fucking heaven. This man must live off pineapple for him to taste so good.

I moan against him. I’m so turned on, even more so because of the danger of this. I should be scared, I should be resisting but I don’t want to. I want Nico in this moment. I want his cock in my mouth. I want to be choking on him.

He grinds harder. He’s thrusting with every move I make. I love the feel of his hand as his nails dig into my skin and for once I’m not even thinking about my face, about the fact that I’m bared open to him. I just want more. I need more.

“Fuck…” He lets out a long half growl and I shudder at the sound.

My hands are still round his cock. Both of them one on top of the other. I’m pumping at his base while my lips and tongue work the top of him but even like this he’s still smacking into my tonsils.

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