“Fuck yeah,” he says on a soft groan. “You feel so fucking good. Like you were made to be on your knees for me.”
His words are affecting me almost as much as being used like this, and I rub my tongue against the underside of his shaft to give him a little extra stimulation.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up,” he says.
I want that. Want to feel him come and swallow every drop he gives me.
It’s actually scary how much I want it, but I don’t dwell on it and instead focus on swallowing around his cockhead and using my tongue on him as he speeds up his thrusts until he’s fucking my mouth like a man possessed.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice harsh through his labored breaths. “Just like that. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
His grip on my hair tightens, and he starts pulling me to meet his thrusts. He’s going hard and fast, but not too deep, and I sink into the moment and let him take what he wants.
“Oh fuck,” he says, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone. His thighs are shaking under my hands, and I tip my head back so he slides even deeper with every punishing thrust.
He curses and yanks me close, driving his cock down my throat. He holds it there for a few seconds, then pulls back so he’s not choking me with it as he comes with a low cry and erupts in my mouth.
I eagerly swallow him down, reveling in the knowledge thatIdid that. I made Xave come, and I’m way too giddy as he pulls his dick out of my mouth, the last spurt of his cum landing on my lips as he finishes shooting.
“Holy fuck,” he pants. “Goddamn, you’re good at that.”
Something akin to pride fills me at his words, and I’m grinning like a moron when he grabs me under the arms and hauls me to my feet.
I stumble and cry out as he shoves me back against the tree, but my cries turn into gasps as he presses his body against mine and pins me to the thick trunk with his bulk.
“You liked that,” he says and rubs his hand against my cock.
I groan and squirm under him. I’m so sensitive the pressure is almost too much, and I actually whimper when he gives my length a hard squeeze.
“You liked being on your knees for me, didn’t you?” he asks, his lips next to my ear as he jerks me hard and fast.
“Yes,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
He lets out a pleased-sounding rumble and presses closer so his body is flush against mine.
“I bet you’d love it if I turned you around and fucked you right here,” he rasps, his hot breath fanning over my cheek with every word.
I moan and let my head fall back against the tree as I try not to thrust into his hand. He’s right. I do want that.
There’s something incredibly freeing about being at his mercy like this, and knowing he could do whatever he wanted to me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him is way hotter than it should be.
Not only is Xave bigger than me, he’s stronger, and he’s a killer. I should be terrified of him, especially since I don’t really know him and the only interactions we’ve had were either while we were drugged, kidnapped, or at a party where we didn’t say a single word to each other.
But I’m not.
I don’t understand how I know this, but I know he’s not going to hurt me. Not for real, anyway.
“Yeah, you would,” he continues, still stroking my dick like he’s mad at it. “You’d let me because you know who that ass belongs to.”
He abruptly lets go of my dick, and I barely manage to bite back my cry of protest. I’m so close it hurts, and I just need a little bit more so I can finally come.
“Fuck it,” he mutters, and before I can even try to figure out what’s going on, he spins me around and shoves me against the tree.
I catch myself with my hands so my chest doesn’t slam into the hard trunk, and I cling to it like a drowning man in the ocean as I blink into the darkness. My entire body is vibrating with need as he yanks my hips back so I’m bent over at the waist, then flips the bottom of my jacket up to expose my bare ass to the cold air.
“Oh, fuck.” I grip the tree harder as he slips one finger between my ass cheeks and presses it against my hole.
No one has ever touched me there, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through me as I unconsciously clench around nothing.
