He smirks. “You don’t deserve to come. Not yet, spitfire.”
I narrow my eyes, furious and aching.
“Whose T-shirt is it?”
I stay silent.
His expression darkens. He stands, leaving me breathless, exposed…desperate.
He moves to the edge of the bed and stills as his eyes drop to the fresh cuts along my thighs.
Fuck.
Chapter 42
Octavia
Anger burns in his eyes. He looks at me, then away, nodding once to himself as if reaching a decision.
He drags me towards him until my head tips back over the edge of the mattress.
I look at him upside down.
He undoes his belt slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. His jeans hit the floor, followed by his boxers. He steps out of them without breaking eye contact, watching me intently. The hoodie comes next, he tosses it aside.
“You’re going to suck me off,” he says. “Give me that filthy mouth of yours.”
I lick my lips, but he doesn’t give me time to think.
“Open wide,” he commands.
I do as he says.
“Watch your teeth.”
He thrusts into my mouth in one brutal movement. I gag, my eyes watering straightaway, but I open for him, taking him as deep as I can.
He doesn’t ease up.
He fucks my mouth with abandon, the angle punishing, forcing him impossibly deep. Tears spill along my temples as I struggle to breath, yet the pleasure builds low, unbearable and addictive.
I reach for my pussy without thinking.
His hand snaps down, slapping mine away.
“I don’t recall allowing you to touch yourself.”
He thrusts harder into my mouth, and I gag again.
“That’s it. Take it. Take it all.Fuck me.Your mouth feels obscene around my cock.”
My vision blurs and my lungs burn. I am right on the brink of blacking out when he suddenly pulls free.
“You’re a brute,” I manage hoarsely.
“But you love it,” he adds. “Breathe through it.”
He is back inside my mouth before I can recover. I grab at him on instinct, and he pulls out again.
