“I’m a little disappointed. I know you can handle more.”
Colton Knox has a very big dick. It’s the largest I’ve ever had. I have a love-hate relationship with it as much as I do him. My jaw already hurts from his hand, and now it’s full of his dick. Saliva pools in my mouth and runs out the side as he fucks my mouth like he did my pussy.
The sound of me slurping on his dick fills the room, but I don’t even care enough to be embarrassed. At this point, there’s nothing that he hasn’t already done to me since our first time together.
“That’s it.” He yanks on my head; the side of my face is going to have a rug burn by the time he’s done with me. “Open that smart mouth up for me.”
I stick my tongue out, and he slides down the back of my throat. His balls hit the side of my face with the angle he has me in. I keep my eyes closed and try to suck in a breath any chance he gives me.
Then he pulls out, and I’m gasping for air as tears spill down my cheeks.
“Let’s try something different.” He sits me up by my hair, and I hiss in a breath. He moves me to where my back is up against the side of the bed.
He crouches down, eye level with me. My lips are parted, drool running down my chin, and my body is still shaking.
“So beautiful.” He reaches up and pushes wet strands of hair from my face, and I whimper. “Shh, it’s okay, princess.”
“Co … lt.” I can barely get his name out. My body is wound so tight I feel like I need another release.
“Beg for my cock, princess,” he softly orders, his knuckles running down my wet cheek and over my jawline. “Beg for me to fuck this pretty face, and I’ll give you what you want.”
My shoulders shake. I know, after last night, we’ve crossed a line that we can’t undo. It was never like this. Not this far. We fucked but kept our distance. I changed the dynamic of our relationship—whatever you want to call it—and now, he’s making me his. I went too far when I burned his car. Now he has to make a point. To me. To everyone who saw it. His previous words about only ever fucking his cock prove it.
He’s claiming me. And a part of me is going to beg for it.
I swallow and lock eyes with him. “Please, Colt—”
He slaps me across the face, not too hard, but it catches me off guard, and my already soaked pussy tightens.
“Try again,” he commands.
“Please?” I cry, finding myself leaning forward when he pulls away. “Please fuck my mouth, Colt. I—”
He raises his hand, and I stop begging, the motion making me flinch. I hear his laughter follow, and my face heats with embarrassment. “It’s okay.” He stands with his hard cock right in front of my face. He grips the base of it and slaps my cheek gently with it. “Only bad little sluts get slapped. Are you a bad slut, princess?” he asks.
“No.” I manage to whimper out.
The thought of what Nate called me enters my mind, and I push it away. I am a whore. Just like he said. But Colt is offering me an out. Either I can fuck ten guys and possibly never be satisfied or I can fuck just one and get everything I need.
“No, what?” he demands.
I look up at him through watery lashes. “I’m your good little slut. Fuck me, please. I want to taste you.”
He smiles down at me, nothing but triumph on his face. This is what he wants. Me, on my knees, begging for him. If it gives me what I want, then so be it.
I open my lips, expecting him to slide it in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he runs it along my lips. I feel his precum, and my tongue darts out to taste it.
He moans. “Such a greedy little slut, princess.” His hand goes to my hair, and he grips hold of it, forcing me to look up at him. He’s wearing thin on patience.
Good.
He widens his stance, a leg on either side of me, and leans forward, his hand pushing the back of my head into the side of the mattress. I’m going to have nowhere to go. He’s going to hold me captive while he fucks my face, and my mind is screamingfuck yes.
I’ve always preferred to suck dick rather than a man go down on me. A man with a head between your legs makes you vulnerable. But his dick in your mouth? That gives you control. Even if he thinks you have none. I assure you, that’s not the case.
I love pleasing a man. And nothing is more satisfying than watching the guy you hate turn to a puddle in front of you because of what you’re doing to him.
“Fuck me,” I say, opening my mouth wide.
