Looking up at him, I watch as he frees himself, wondering what the fuck I got myself into.
16
EMRIS
The sightof her on her knees is enough to make any man come on the spot. I expected more fight from her, but she dropped to the ground without a second thought. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t do something for me.
My fingers brush through her hair, and her eyes close momentarily before opening and locking with mine.
A deep need settles into my chest.
“Open your mouth, Brielle.” She obeys like the little slut she is and her tongue pokes out, waiting and ready. I stroke my length a few times, keeping one hand on the back of her head and the other gripped around my cock as I bring it to her lips. She explores me with the tip of her tongue, and I groan, knowing this is exactly what I needed tonight.
Needed from her.
As if she calms every nerve ending in my body that was only seconds away from exploding.
I edge forward, and a pleasurable moan escapes me when my cock hits the back of her throat. Her eyes flutter closed, but I don’t want that. I want to see the kind of reaction this is getting out of her.
“Eyes on me, baby.” Those deep green eyes snap open and clash with mine, and my fucking heart pounds.
She’s perfect.
Through hooded eyes, I watch as she brings her hand up to circle the base of my cock and jerks me as her mouth focuses on the tip.
“Fuck, Brielle. I love feeling you take all of me,” I tell her, watching as she wiggles with her own deep need of desire building between her thighs.
She struggles to take more of me, and it’s such a beautiful sight, but I need more.
I take over, pulling her mouth off me before walking over to my dresser and grabbing a tie. The soft silk wraps around her wrists to secure her hands behind her back in a tight knot. Brielle grunts when I tug to make sure she can’t get out, but she doesn’t protest. Instead, I see her rubbing her thighs together more and more.
I bet she’s fucking soaked.
Ever so slowly, I run the tip of my fingers along her cheek until I get to her lips.
“Open,” I demand but she doesn’t.
Now she’s fighting this.
I can see the tick in her jaw, and I smile. Even when she wants this, she still puts up a fight. God, she was made for me.
I grip her jaw tightly, not enough to hurt her, just enough to get her to comply. “Open your goddamn mouth, Brielle.” This time she listens, her tongue slides out and waits for me to take what I want.
She looks so pretty.
I shove two of my fingers down her throat, and she gags, trying to pull away, but my free hand comes up behind her, holding her head still. My fingers move in and out of her throat, spit coating them and dripping down the sides of her mouth.
“You’re such a good fucking slut, aren’t you?” She glares at me. There’s so much lust and hate swimming in her beautiful eyes. I can’t wait to see what she will look like when I’m making her come.
I pull my fingers out, and she coughs, falling forward slightly. When she sits back up, she opens her mouth, probably to tell me off, but I don’t give her the chance. I grip the back of her head again and shove her forward, my cock meeting her lips. I slide myself roughly into her warm throat and can already feel my balls aching for a release. Tears fill her eyes, and when she blinks, they leak down her cheeks.
“Fuck,” I growl and thrust deeper.
My fingers tangle in her hair, and I yank her back, letting her breathe but making sure her eyes stay on me—and me only. Her chest heaves, and she almost falls to the side but manages to keep upright, even with her hands tied behind her back.
“Keep your eyes on me. I want to see how perfect you look with tears rolling down your face as I fuck your throat.” Her eyes grow wide, but she doesn’t try to stop me.
She gags when I thrust back into her, and I’m seconds away from blowing now. I keep my cock at the back of her throat, and she struggles against me, needing to breathe, but the fear on her face sends me over the edge. I come down her throat with a groan, and she takes every single drop of me.
