CHAPTER
TWO
ATHENA
When I obeyed my best friend’s demand, Charlie shoved four fingers back into me and toward the back of my throat, making me gag on him. He wiggled them around, testing me, preparing me for his huge cock.
“Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” he hummed, thrusting his fingers in and out of my throat.
Spit and drool rolled down my chin and onto my tank top, which barely even hid my small tits anymore.
“Mmhmm,” I said, drooling and choking on his fingers.
“What was that?”
“Mmhmm!”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair at the top of my head and bobbed it back and forth, forcing me to choke myself on his fingers. “Nodding for me, sweetheart.” He pounded them faster into my mouth. “Keep going, baby. Get that throat ready for me.”
When he finally pulled my head back, I collapsed onto my hands, coughing and spitting up drool. He pulled my head back by my hair and undid the string of his gray sweats with his free hand. My pussy tightened, heat exploding throughout my core.
I grabbed his waistband and yanked his pants down to his ankles as he gripped his huge cock in his hand, pre-cum already dribbling off the head. Another wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I pressed my thighs together.
This is wrong, but I can’t stop.
Before he could growl another word, I wrapped my hands around the base and pulled him closer, moving my mouth around his dick and dragging my tongue across his head, thrusting him inside me.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck you like this for years,” he grunted. “Fucking years, Athie.”
After I slowly took him inside me twice, he tightened his grip on my hair so I couldn’t move and then pounded himself deep into my throat. I choked and gagged on him, but he refused to stop and even went so far as to thrust himself deep enough so my lips were pressed against his pelvis as he pinched my nose closed.
I placed my hands on his thighs, air restricted, and attempted to pull back.
But again, he refused to let me move.
“Touch yourself,” he growled. “Rub that aching pussy for me.”
Through teary eyes, I stared up at him and thrust a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in torturous little circles. I opened my mouth wider, both to breathe and to moan, but he plugged me up with his balls.
He wrapped my red hair around my throat and used it to choke me. “Every fucking time I’m with someone else, I imagine it’s you that I’m ruining.”
I rubbed my pussy faster, the ecstacy exploding through my core. One more moment passed, and then he released his hold on me. I collapsed onto my back, my legs too weak to hold me up as ecstasy rushed through my body.
This was what he probably told all the girls before he started recording, but to me, the words sounded so special. Maybe it was because I had waited for this day for so long, but had been so nervous to make the first move.
“F-fuck!” I cried. “Oh my G-G-God!”
He dropped between my thighs, yanked off my shorts, and thrust his fingers into my aching cunt. I pulsed tightly around him, the pleasure still pumping out of me. I cried out when he drew his fingers in a come-hither motion against my G-spot.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.
I spread them wider and watched impatiently as he moved between them, dragging his hands up and down my bare thighs, like he had wanted to touch me like this for so long, like he wanted to savor it.
Instead of plunging himself inside me, he rubbed my clit with the head of his dick. I reached toward him and clutched his thighs with my fingers, my pussy tightening even harder.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, fuck m?—”
Before I could get another word out, he shoved himself into me. My body jerked up into the air, my back arching. I spazzed out around him until he finally leaned forward, placed his forearms on either side of my head, and then kissed me.
