All the thoughts trying to distract her from the man in front of her and all the reasons she was telling herself it was a bad idea fled when he spoke in a husky and authoritative tone.
“Look at me.”
It was not a request, it was an order, and not a gentle or ambivalent one. When her eyes traveled up to his, they seemed to almost glow in the radiant neon coming from the King’s Ransom sign.
“Open.” Another definitive order that was more growl than spoken word.
Carys never thought of herself taking orders like that. Hell, she liked to be in charge, but something about Monster made her want to comply, so she did.
As the head of his cock breached her lips, she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. Her eyes drifted closed at the silky texture of him dragging along her piercing.
“Eyes,” he rasped, drawing her attention back to his face. “Don’t close ′em again.” He emphasized his words by thrusting forward as she hollowed her cheeks.
“Damn, that piercing feels fan-fucking-tastic on my cock, Pixie.”
She pressed it up harder as he fucked her face. He was not going easy on her, forcing Carys to brace the back of her head against her Jeep to avoid being pummeled into it.
Monster must’ve noticed, because he slipped his large hand behind her, providing a much-needed buffer.
“Take it all, Pixie. Take every fucking inch of my fat cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”
She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the intensity of his eyes boring into hers, but she needed to come more than anything.
Monster scolded her as her hand drifted between her legs. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Her hand froze in place.
His eyes never left hers, so how could he have seen her hand? And why was she taking orders from him so readily? Before she had time to analyze her sudden bout of submission, he was growling more orders.
“You look so beautiful with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”
Monster’s praise fed her desire. God, how she wanted, needed to touch herself, but she was reluctant to disobey him.
His previously steady rhythm turned erratic. She fought back the gag, but not all the tears.
“I’m gonna fill your mouth. Don’t fucking swallow it until I tell you, Pixie. Understand?”
She nodded as much as she could. Not wanting to risk swallowing his load, she stopped all suction but held her piercing up against him harder.
“Grab me.” His words were useless as she was already reaching for his balls. With a firm but gentle grip, she massaged them, letting her index finger caress the area behind them.
Within seconds, he exploded in her mouth. Carys fought the impulse to swallow as her mouth was flooded.
He groaned as he ground into her mouth. Her eyes were watering, and she was about to lose the fight to reflexively swallow when he gripped her by the neck and pulled her to her feet. His softening cock slipping from her lips.
Monster stared into her eyes for what felt like forever, but in reality was only seconds.
“Show me.” While this too was an order, it also felt like a plea.
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, proudly showing him her compliance.
The growl that escaped him when his eyes dropped to her open mouth reverberated through her—mind, body, and soul.
“Fuck if that’s not the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
Monster leaned closer, looking more intently into her mouth while tightening the grip on her throat slightly.
“Swallow.”
Once again, she complied without delay. Swallowing without closing her mouth was harder than she expected, but she managed to get most of it done without closing her lips. His hand pulsed against her neck in time with her actions.
