I swallow hard and look up at him. His eyes are locked on mine, burning.
“Go on,” he says, voice low. “Put that mouth to use.”
I lean in, lips parting. My breath ghosts over his skin. He twitches in my hand.
I open my mouth and take the tip in slowly, dragging my tongue over the head, tasting the salt of him. He groans. His hand goes to the back of my head, guiding me.
“That’s right, love,” he mutters, tone rough and wrecked. “Take my length in your fucking mouth just like that.”
I suck him in deeper, letting my lips stretch, my jaw ache, and his breath hitches.
“Good girl.” His hand tightens in my hair.
Tires hiss over the asphalt behind us. Headlights sweep across the trees, then vanish. I don’t move. My mouth stays wrapped around him, lips tight, tongue working like I don’t care who sees.
I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper. My throat tightens around him, and he curses under his breath.
I move faster, using my tongue, my lips, letting spit run down my chin as I fuck him with my mouth.
“Just like that. Deeper. I want to see you choke on it.”
I gag once, and he growls.
“Take it. You can take it. You’ve got a filthy little mouth, don’t you, Kasimira?”
My eyes water. I keep going. I want to be ruined. I want him to lose control. My thighs press together. I’m soaking through my underwear.
He tilts my head back slightly, and his cock slides deeper. I gag again, and he groans like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. “Fuck. You’re gonna make me come down your throat if you keep that up.”
And I want him to. I want to taste every inch of how far I’ve pushed him.
I suck harder, deeper, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock until I feel him twitch against the back of my throat. His grip on my hair tightens, and he lets out a deep, broken sound.
His cock pulses once, then again. A sudden rush floods my mouth, hot and thick.
I swallow all of it, not pulling back even as he groans through clenched teeth above me. My hands grip his thighs, holding him there as I clean every drop with my tongue, slow and thorough.
When I finally look up at him, I’m flushed and panting.
His chest is rising and falling like he just survived a war, but the tension in his body doesn’t ease. If anything, it coils tighter, like he’s not done.
“Fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair, eyes locked on mine. “You sure as hell know how to suck a dick.”
I tilt my head, lips curling. “Your son taught me.”
His expression snaps. That edge of satisfaction in his voice dies instantly, replaced with something darker. “You should’ve kept that to yourself.”
He steps forward, fists clenching. His cock twitches again, already half-hard, and when his eyes drop to my mouth, I know he’s thinking about putting it right back where it was.
He grabs my cuffed wrists and hauls me to my feet. I stumble, my legs shaky. He doesn’t give me a chance to find balance. His hand slides up the back of my thigh, under my dress.
“I bet he never made you this wet,” Alaric growls into my ear, voice like gravel. “Bet you used to fake it for him, didn’t you?”
I grit my teeth, but I don’t answer. Thatisthe answer.
He laughs coldly, then his fingers hook into the edge of my panties and shove them aside.
The moment his fingers find my folds, my body jolts.
