Page 24 of Break Me Gently

I settled on my knees and shuffled closer.

The tip of his cock was red and angry-looking. The swollen mass had thick veins running around and up it. My eyes locked onto two thick ones, and I leaned in to lick them. I don’t know what got into me, but once I started, my anxiety about the unknown fell away.

When I heard his ragged breath, I began to lick him from base to tip. He had a unique scent—his natural musk mixed with remnants of his body wash. I cupped his balls, rubbing them where they rested against my palm.

I licked every inch of him, enjoying myself far more than I’d expected. Then I noticed a single clear droplet oozing from the tiny slit. I held his cock, thick and heavy in my hand, before licking the sticky substance away.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I opened my mouth for him, and he pressed the blunt end in. It was too big. I flattened my tongue as he pushed deep enough to hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

“No,” he snapped, holding himself pressed against me. “You’ll take this cock, Amber. Or don’t you love me anymore?”

My eyes flicked up, and that’s when I saw his cruel smile. Anger burned in the pit of my belly as he moved forward, gripping my head until I was trapped.

“Now open wide.”

I considered biting, but decided against it. Violence was never the answer when a brain was involved. I opened my jaw as wide as I could and felt him push into my throat. My eyes watered as I tried not to retch or gag, swallowing it all down. Saliva dripped from my lip to my chin.

“You’ll make a good cocksucker,” he taunted, pushing deeper.

I placed my hands on his hips, feeling his warm flesh, and dug my nails in. I pulled him forward, moving down his cock until he hissed. There was only a moment of satisfaction before he pulled his hips back and thrust down my throat again. Even then, most of it wasn’t inside me.

I may have bitten off more than I could chew this time.

His grip tugged at the roots of my hair as he began moving me on and off his cock, his hips driving forward each time he pulled me down.

“Yeah? You want this, Amber?” he rasped, his voice barely recognisable. “Fucking swallow me down, my dirty cocksucker.”

The pace was brutal. The sounds were diabolical. My heart pounded beyond anything I could remember, but I took him without vomiting. My cheeks were soaked, spit dripping onto my chest and legs. Throughout it all, my pussy ached like never before.

There was a sickness in both of us, and some deep, dark part of me revelled in it.

I closed my eyes when he held me still and began pumping his hips against me. I struggled to breathe, feeling his heavy balls slap against my chin. The gurgling sounds grew louder until that was all I could hear.

“Amber,” he growled, pulling out of me.

I was still gasping for air when he lifted me and flung me face-down on the bed. He kicked my legs apart, and I pressed my wet face into the bedding. Fingers pried my ass cheeks open, and I felt his cock between my legs.

“You’re dripping wet like a hot little slut,” he said, as if I’d committed a crime against humanity for enjoying myself.

I chose violence of my own preference. How he took it was his problem.

The head slid between my wet folds until he settled against my entrance. He hooked his forearm beneath my neck and hauled me up.

“You might not like where I cum,” he murmured.

Before I could fully comprehend his words, he thrust into me. I was so wet he slid right in. The stretch was minimal, but then he began to move, fucking me so hard I felt my body press into the mattress before bouncing back up to meet his next savage thrust.

I held onto the bed as my broken moans filled my bedroom—the same room where I’d once written all my secrets. It was too good. It felt so fucking amazing. He hit something deep inside me, hard enough to make me wince, but my muscles began to tighten around him.

“You’re going to cum on my dick, aren’t you? I can feel you,” he grunted.

I grabbed his arm, but he didn’t loosen his grip on my neck. He continued to drive into me, smacking against my ass before pulling back again. My eyes fluttered and I let myself go. The tight coil in my belly split apart, and I came so hard I forgot how to breathe.

“Zach,” I wailed, my body shuddering.

Zach Rayne. The only boy I’d ever obsessed over.