He dropped his hand from my mouth to stroke himself once and groaned.
“Open wide, my sweet Fawn.” He tightened his grip on his cock. “It’s time you suck my cock. Then your Initiation will be complete.”
He guided his cock to my mouth, running it across my lips. “Open wider for me, Blair.”
I relaxed my jaw more before taking him in my throat.
He pushed himself deeper in, and I choked.
A near-praise grunt escaped him. “Has there ever been a cock inside this mouth before?”
I shook my head, though technically lying to him.
There had been one time, but it was only for a fraction of a second. In my freshman year of college, I’d attempted to give a guy a blow job. As soon as my teeth brushed his cock, he shoved me away and fled.
That was when I knew that intimacy and sex weren’t for me. I had grown up hearing that it was evil. It seemed that Enzo was breaking that belief out of me.
“Suck me, Blair,” he grunted, pumping his hips forward.
I pulled my head back, circling my tongue on his tip and in the narrow slit, causing his knees to buckle. Exciting him motivated me, and I sucked him harder.
When he pressed his stomach against my forehead, hard and rough, desire trickled through me like he was injecting something else into my veins.
The entire time I sucked him, he praised me.
Called me his good Fawn.
He tugged my hair, firm, then soft, guiding me how he wanted me to suck him.
A long moan left him when I raised my hand and jerked him off in sync with my mouth.
Every muscle in his legs tightened in front of me as his breathing became raspy. He stopped his talking, now just lengthy breaths leaving him.
The first trickle of his cum caught me off guard, and I hurriedly swallowed it down.
He patted my cheek in approval. “Swallow my cum, Blair, and I swear, it’ll be the best damn electrolyte you’ve ever had.”
I choked down the salty taste of him.
His entire body shook as he released himself, coating nearly my entire mouth. He held me by the hair, holding my head still, until I swallowed every last drop.
Still gripping my hair, he hauled me to my feet and spun us,forcing me against the wall now. He ripped my nightgown, tossed it aside, and with no bra on, I was completely bare to him.
There was the chance someone was watching us through the two-way mirror, but I didn’t care. I was too turned on.
As I glanced down, that was when I noticed it.
The tattoo of a broken halo and antlers beside my navel.
“Did you?—”
His mouth went between my legs, and the pleasure of his tongue and mouth inside me shut me up. He’d marked me without my permission, yet I still couldn’t stand up to him, afraid he’d stop touching me exactly where I needed it most.
“Oh my God, yes,” I cried out.
Enzo was reaching places inside me I never knew existed.
I’d never masturbated before. Though I was sure even if I had, the pleasure would never have come close to this.
