“Say my fucking name.” I pull her head back farther, and she cries out.
My dick hardens to its full length at her cries. I often wonder if I’m sick like my brother. If somehow all the things I heard between the bedroom walls exposed me to my own twisted desires.
The difference between Esteban and me is that I never cared about the other women who were in the room next to me. Only her.Shewas the reason I’d lost control that night, the reason I did what I did. The reason I’m losing control right now.
“Say my name or take this cock down your throat.”
It’s my final offer as I release her hair, and she falls backward. There’s a moment of hesitation where I think she might acknowledge me, but I see her defiance. She crawlsslowly forward until her hands find my thighs, and she pulls herself back onto her knees.
I can feel the weight of her glare through the blindfold, her final fuck you.
“Be a good girl, Almita, and take this cock down your throat.” I move the barrel of the gun to her throat.
She doesn’t budge. Her hand slaps the gun, and she stares at me through the thin material one final time.
“Fuck you,” she says, her voice shaking before she confidently spits on my dick.
Her mouth lowers, and her tongue circles my crown and the three piercings at the top. Her small hand wraps around the base of my cock, and her thumb circles over my balls, causing a guttural sound to escape from the back of my throat.
Her delicate hand tightens around my length as she moves up and down my shaft. Nothing else about her is delicate though. She’s rough, even as she lowers her mouth and takes all of me in.
“Take it all, Kitten.” She freezes for a moment, and I pull her hair tightly. “I expected more from a professional slut.”
Her teeth graze me for a second, and the sharpness makes me laugh. She takes it as a challenge, quickening her rhythm. My cock thickens inside the wet heat of her mouth, my pulse climbing as she slides me in and out of her mouth.
One hand slips lower, cupping my balls, rolling them in her palm while she keeps her pace unbroken. Her body moves in sync with mine as she slides me deeper, her mouth working me in long, wet strokes. A low moan slips out of her, and I lose my last thread of control. My fist tightens in her hair, my hips tear off the couch, and I drive into her mouth, hard.
Drool drips down her chin, mixing with her tears. She matches me, wild for wild, her hands squeezing my balls withpunishing force. I want to rip the blindfold off and see the mess I’ve left on her face.
I want her to see me.
Owning her.
Claiming her for myself.
Hijo de su puta madre.
I don’t hold back. Overpowering her throat is only the first step in my plan to reclaim her.
She is fucking mine.
The sloppy sounds of her mouth mix with my groans as I continue to slam into the back of her throat. My anger is justified as I brutally use her mouth to release the rage consuming me.
She is fucking mine.
Thrust.
My fucking slut.
Thrust.
Mine!
Her hand leaves my balls and trails up over my abs, roaming my chest until she unexpectedly pinches my nipple. The jolt rips through me, and my orgasm crashes. It’s so strong it feels endless, spilling down her throat in wave after wave.
I pull free, cum still dripping from her lips. Her cheeks are swollen with me, but before I can tell her to swallow, her throat works slowly and deliberate, swallowing my cum. When she’s finished, she drags her thumb across the corner of her mouth, then sucks it clean. The smile that follows is sly, her smirk carrying the kind of triumph that leaves no doubt who truly holds control.
Chapter 9
