I know—I know—that everything he’s saying right now should make me scream my safe word, possibly slap him, and gorunningback to my boring life.
I should be disgusted.
Turned off.
Indignant.
I’m…not.
I stare at hishuge, bulging erection, curving up from his chiseled lower abs and the v-line grooves of his hips, and I don’t feel any of those things.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
Baby.
God, why do I love that he just said that?
I tremble, looking up at him past the cock bobbing in front of my face. My pulse hammers in my ears, my heart skipping as electricity ignites in my core.
I part my lips.
Vaughn takes his cock in his fist, his jaw clenched as he looks down at me and guides his swollen head toward my open, waiting mouth.
I whimper when the head forces my lips further open, stretching my jaw as he invades my mouth. I’m not prepared for the way he feels against my lips and tongue—like silk wrapped around an iron bar. Something slightly salty and sweet trickles over my tongue, and I shiver when I swallow it.
Vaughn groans, his eyes igniting and his jaw clenching. He pushes in deeper, making me instantly choke a little when his cock slides further in.
Then suddenly he thrusts harder, pushing his enormous dick into the back of my throat. Tears well in my eyes, and I gag and choke around his massive size as drool trickles out the corners of my mouth.
Vaughn pulls back, and I gasp violently when his cock slides out of my mouth.
It’s the exact same traitorous, consuming, electrifying feeling that zapped its way through my core a second ago, when he said I was going to be a “good little whore” while he "fucked my face".
The humiliation of it should disgust me. Or enrage me.
It does neither. In fact, it does the exactopposite.
Tears are still blurring my vision as I look up at him, sucking in another ragged breath of air, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Open.”
Part of me is mortified at how quickly I obey. The other part heats and melts as Vaughn’s fat, heavy cock pushes between my lips again, thrusting into the very back of my throat.
I cough and choke around his size. My gag reflex kicks in, hitching and spasming as he invades my mouth and cuts off my airways before sliding his glistening, throbbing cock back out.
A strand of spit hangs from the swollen head down to my bottom lip as I look up at him with tears trickling down from my eyes, my panties so wet that I swear they're going to start leaking down my thighs.
I don’t feel humiliated or demeaned kneeling there, panting for breath, with his cock waiting to fuck my face again.
I feelalive.
This time, I don’t wait for his command. I look up into his icy, gorgeous eyes, and open my mouthwide.
A vein throbs at his temple, and I see his jaw grind as his eyes gleam down into mine, filled with dark, consuming power.
“Good girl.”
He thrusts his cock into my mouth once more. This time, the sound that mingles with the lewd, gagging “gluck”s sets me on fire.
