And soon.
Haven laughs, low and wicked. “Make him gag.”
“Hear that, boy? She wants you choking and drooling around my cock like a messy slut.”
Rooke thrusts deeper, forcing a wet, desperate sound from my throat as his girth seals off my airway. The world narrows until all that exists is his violent invasion, and Haven’s hands on my dick.
I try to fight back, but all it takes is a twist of the hand in my hair to make me comply.
Because maybe I don’t want to fight this after all.
That realization hits me like I’ve dropped on concrete after my parachute failed to open.
My resistance crumbles into pure thrill, my throat relaxing to pull him in further because fuck, it ignites something so wrong, so dark, I desperately want to chase it.
Bile rises with the disgust, because how can I enjoy this while the only girl I’ve ever wanted watches?
Or is itbecauseshe’s watching?
My head is so fucked up right now, I don’t know up from down.
Then I feel him getting ready to come.
I push harder into the couch cushion, trying to force my head up so I can breathe, so he doesn’t cum inside my mouth where I can taste it, where I’d have to swallow it down.
His fingers tighten in my hair until tears prick my eyes. “Fuck, yes. Keep swallowing me just like that, sweet boy. You’re so close to your reward.”
I can’t handle him switching from degradation to praise like this. It’s fucking up my mind, my body—Jesus even my soul wants to shuffle off this mortal coil.
But then Haven squeezes my dick, electrifying every nerve ending—my scalp tingling where Rooke grips my hair, my lips swollen and sensitized from his brutal thrusts, my cock traitorously hard in Haven’s hand despite my brain screaming in protest.
And when Rooke murmurs, “Fuck, Kai. You’re being such a good boy for me, taking my cock so deep,” something twists inside me.
Twists so hard it fucking breaks.
I groan as I come violently, bucking my cock into Haven’s hand, wishing it was her pussy.
“There’s my good boy,” Rooke growls above me. “Now swallow my load like the cum-hungry whore you were born to be.”
He rams deeper, forcing my throat to convulse around his thick shaft. While I’m still busy shooting my load, his warm, salty cum suddenly floods my mouth.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it, Kai. Take my load,” Rooke groans.
I gag, choke, try to pull back.
My stomach heaves, and I barely hold back from puking, but somehow I manage to swallow every spurt of warm cum filling my mouth.
Rooke wrenches me off his cock.
He stares at me with such a voracious look in his eyes, I’m expecting him to drag me closer so he can kiss me.
And in that fucked up moment, I want him to.
Because I remember how it felt last night.
Sickening.
Disturbing.
