“Wider,” Maverick says in a guttural voice.
I extend my jaw as far as I can.
He jams his dick in my mouth until it reaches the entrance of my throat. I immediately try to push him away from me. I’m gagging, and it’s difficult to breathe. I scratch his stomach and upper thighs. I clamp my teeth down around his dick. He hisses as he grips my hair so hard I can feel some of the strands tearing from my scalp. The pain is so severe that tears run down the sides of my face.
“Open your damn mouth. If I feel your teeth again, I’ll rip your hair from your scalp.”
I open my mouth. Maverick starts to ruthlessly ride my face. I feel vomit coming up whenever his dick hits the back of my mouth. I breathe slowly through my nose to get oxygen. I feel like I’m suffocating. After a few more hard strokes, Maverick releases his cum down my throat as he groans. When he pulls his dick out of my mouth, I take in deep, shuddering breaths.
“Leave, you served your purpose. Don’t ever show up here unannounced again.”
When I don’t move fast enough for him, he grasps me by the arm to drag me to the door, bending over to pick up my shoes from the floor along the way. He lets go of my arm long enough to unlock then open the door to push me out with so much force that I slam against the wall across from his bedroom. He throws my shoes out and then slams the door.
I pull my ruined shirt together as I run down the stairs. I don’t bother putting on my shoes.
I will not cry, I will not.
When I get home, I take a long hot shower before climbing in my bed to wrap myself in blankets. I break down, unable to stop the flow of tears no matter how hard I tried. I feel like a used slut.
“Damn it,” I say to myself as I punch a hole in the wall by my door.
I rub my hands through my hair in frustration.
What the hell am I doing?
This is the first time that I ever tried to make a girl I’m with come. I wanted to give her pleasure. The beast took over. Cocoa is different, but I don’t want to admit that to myself. The hurt look on her face is imprinted in my mind. I don’t know how to be a normal person. I’m damaged goods.
I can still smell her on my lips, the fragrance like heaven. She’ll really hate me now, but hate I understand. What I don’t understand is this feeling that she evokes in me. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I was afraid that, afterwards, she would have complete control over me.
I’ll have to face her tomorrow, but I’m ready.
I arrive to physics late the next day. Maverick has finally gotten to me. I let my anger get the best of me. I shouldn’t have gone to Maverick’s house yesterday. I’m usually the type of person who thinks before acting.
“Thank you for joining us, Cocoa,” says Mr. Barnes.
I’m not in the mood for Mr. Barnes’ snarky attitude today.
“Sorry,” I grumble, walking towards my seat next to the monster.
I don’t meet Maverick’s eyes as I sit next to him. I fully expect to receive a zero on the physics project. I’m done begging Maverick for anything, but I did bring the project just in case, by some small chance, he wants to finally act like a civil human being for once in his life.
“Maverick and Cocoa, we’re all waiting.” Mr. Barnes sweeps his arms around the classroom.
Our classrooms give us their undivided attention, waiting for one of us to make a move.
“We’re ready, Mr. Barnes,” says Maverick.
I look at Maverick, wondering if this is another one of his games. Could he be attempting to get me in front of the class to embarrass me? I find it hard to believe that he’s cooperating all of a sudden. Did he even read the damn notes I emailed to him?
When Maverick stands to walk to the front of the class, I follow behind him. Half an hour later, our presentation is done. Maverick really spoke as if he knew what he was talking about. Maybe he did study the notes but didn’t tell me, so I could squirm.
Cocoa doesn’t make an appearance in the cafeteria. I’m tempted to walk over to her friends and demand they tell me where she is. It was difficult to concentrate in classes this morning. My every fucking thought is filled with her. I wish John hadn’t royally fucked me up, then I would know how to react to her.
“What happened between Cocoa and you yesterday?” Nix asks.
“You knew she was coming?”
Nix looks guilty.
