Another groan rumbles from deep in his chest as he rocks his pelvis into me. His length hits the back of my tonsils and I gag, my throat contracting. “Relax. It’ll hurt less if you relax your throat, swallow me down like a good little angel.”
I try to speak, but it’s just noise around his shaft. Fear grips my throat as I realise what he’s implying. Only he’s not waiting for an answer as he pushes in deeper, giving me no choice but to swallow around him. My eyes water in the corners as I’m practically choking him down.
His hand moves from his length as I take more of him, and wraps around my throat, gently sliding his palm over my neck in soothing strokes, as if he can feel himself there.
My eyes stream, making my vision blurred. I want to do this. I want to prove to him I can take it and I’m not some little girl he has to take care of all the time, that I am a woman with the same needs as him, and right now that need is becoming more evident as slickness pools between my thighs.
“You’re being such a good girl, taking me all the way in like this.” His voice trembles. He hisses through his teeth as he pulls out a little, then pushes back in. “Swallow me down again, angel. Your virgin mouth is like heaven.”
I do as he asks, trying my hardest to give him the best blow job he’s ever had, but I’ve no clue what I’m doing and I’m unable to do much at all other than what he instructs. He’s so big, it’s as if there’s no room for my tongue. I worry my teeth with catch on his length and as he pulls out again, with my aching jaw, that’s exactly what happens, but he shudders as if enjoying it.
“Are you ready for me to fuck this pretty mouth before I wreck your pussy?” His eyes are like daggers, forged in the depths of hell, piercing my soul.
It’s as if he’s punishing me for pushing him to his limit, but I want this. I want all the pain and pleasure he has for me. I want to feel him raw, but more than anything, I want to touch myself.
I nod with his cock in my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin, tears streaming down my cheeks, but I’m not sad. This is the most alive I’ve ever felt, and I don’t want it to stop. Shrugging off my coat, I reveal the black dress I’m wearing, cut low to show off my assets in a push-up bra.
He halts his movements, his eyes raking over my chest. “You went out like this?” His face twists and he tugs harder on my hair. “Did you flaunt your tits around the bar?”
I nod, wanting to get more of a reaction out of him.
“If you want to be a slut, you’re my slut and nobody else’s. You hear?”
Unable to speak, I nod again as more saliva drips down my chin and down my cleavage. I’m like the rose on his chest and he’s the snake wrapped around me, taking my innocence. Only I’m far from wilting.
“Pull your dress down and touch your tits.” His breaths are ragged, matching my own. He’s not all the way in my mouth, more resting on my tongue, allowing me time to relax my jaw.
I pull the dress down my arms along with my bra straps, then unclip my bra at the back. My breasts hang heavy, my nipples hard, ready to cut glass.
He lets out an approving groan, his hand cupping my face while his finger traces my lips around his cock. “Are you wet, baby girl?”
A hum vibrates around his shaft. I nod, my body tingling all over, desperate to touch myself.
“Show me. Push that dress all the way down and show me how wet you are.” He slowly moves his pelvis again, thrusting into my mouth and pulling out again, hissing through his teeth.
With both hands, I push the dress over my hips, letting it drop at my knees on the floor, then I push the tights and knickers down enough to expose myself. The cool air hits my sensitive, slick flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to cascade down my spine.
I reach between my legs, knowing just a few circles of my sensitive nub, and I’ll come harder than I’ve come with Mr. Snuggles.
“Dip your fingers in your sweet pussy and show me.” Sawyer ruts into me, picking up the pace as if he can’t control himself any longer.
My walls clench around my fingers as they slip inside with ease. I’ve never known myself to be this wet, or this turned on. I lift my hand up in front of the small gas fire; the light bouncing off clear fluid webbing between my digits.
“Is all that for me, angel?” He licks his lips, his breaths coming out in fast, short bursts. “Is all that honey just for me?”
My head nods. I look up through my lashes, our eyes connecting as if our souls are bonding together.
“Fuck.” He roars like a grizzly bear and my walls clench again, desperate for something to fill the void. Desperate for my papa bear.
15
SAWYER
Ican’t stop now. The minute I saw her arousal on her fingers, something inside me snapped. It’s as if my conscience has left the building and all that’s left is a crazed beast, high on her scent.
I force myself to take a step back and pop from her mouth, but I need to be inside her. I can’t wait a minute longer. Dropping to my knees with a thud, the treehouse shakes. It’s blowing a blizzard outside, but that’s nothing compared with the storm brewing inside of me, ready to tear my girl to shreds.
She falls back with a gasp as I hover above her. She’s still clothed from her knees downwards. And I’m still fully clothed. “This is going to hurt,” I say, inches from her face. This ain’t how I wanted things to go for her. “Tell me to stop.”
