It’s disturbing.
But...
“You insist on having an affair?” he asks, his voice cold. “Fine. I’ll gladly be the one you’re having it with. But it won’t last long. Just until I find the cunt you’re married to and end his life. Then you’ll be mine. No one and nothing keeping you away from me ever again.”
The words barely leave his mouth before he captures mine in a brutal kiss.
Then he pulls me off the table and guides me down until my knees hit the floor. I feel soft cotton beneath me and realise I’m kneeling on some sort of material.
I don’t have time to look, as he growls.
“Take out my cock.”
My fingers fumble with the waistband of his shorts while my body aches with need.
I should feel embarrassed. Along with a hundred other things, turned on shouldn’t be one of them.
Yet I can’t seem to help myself as I obey him.
His cock springs free, as he isn’t wearing any boxers underneath.
My mouth falls open.
He’shuge.
I mean, I’m already accustomed to his body, even though I shouldn’t be.
But this is different.
I’ve never had to fit him in my mouth before.
He’s so big I’m not convinced it’s possible.
His dark laugh fills the room.
“Don’t just sit there and stare. Do something about it.”
I swallow and look up at him.
“I don’t know... how.”
Satisfaction appears on his face, though it disappears almost as quickly as it appears.
“Does your husband not like blow jobs, or are you just terrible at them?”
I flinch as though he’s slapped me.
I suppose I deserve his anger.
My eyes narrow. “Careful how you speak to me, or I’ll bite it off.”
A humourless laugh leaves him. “Love, I’d still fucking enjoy it.”
The next instant, he pushes himself into my mouth.
I gasp, completely unprepared for it, and choke on the sudden intrusion. He is so brutally direct that my eyes immediately water.
“Breathe through it, baby,” he says.
