Page 19 of Shatter

I whimper, my hands shooting to my core for some relief. He leans forward, gripping both of my wrists and pinning my hands to the mattress. I cry out but it's muffled around him. I drive my hips into the mattress, arching, seeking any kind of relief. My hands flex and grip into the mattress as I pin my thighs together.

"Open," he commands, and I don't know if he's talking about my mouth or my thighs, but I do. I'm desperate; reduced to my baser instincts - the predator and prey.

I'm completely at his mercy.

"You will not touch yourself."

I cry out again, tears joining the saliva that's streaking down my temples.

I grip the mattress to comply.

"This is a punishment."

I cry again and I think some snot comes out. He rests one hand on my throat, gently, not controlling.

"Open up for me, baby. Open your throat. I want to feel myself from the outside."

I arch my neck, straining to open for him more, eager to please him, and feel as the muscles and tendons move to accommodate his length.

Once he's worked himself deep enough, his balls rest on my forehead, and I can feel in my throat where his hand can feel the ridges of my esophagus as his cock presses in and out.

"That's my girl," he hums thoughtfully. "This is a punishment for making me worry for a month about infidelity."

He pulls out before thrusting in again.

I'm a whimpering, shaking mess. I'm hot and cold. Needy and used.

"I don't do cheating."

Thrust.

"This is for asking if I was hard in front of your parents"

Thrust.

"My brother."

Thrust.

"This is a punishment for cutting yourself."

Thrust.

"This is a punishment for not coming to me sooner."

Thrust.

I'm sobbing now. Cum drips down my ass to the mattress, and I'm two seconds from disobeying him and touching myself. He could blow on my clit right now and I would come.

"You going to take me, Little Bird? You going to take all of me down this pretty little throat?"

I whimper and nod. I'm so desperate, I'll do anything he wants - anything he says.

A slap to my pussy has me screaming, so he shoves as deeply as he can go, muffling the sound, but I'm sure the vibration of my vocal box is the thing that pushes him over the edge.

Just as he slaps my pussy again, causing my pussy to clench around nothing and an orgasm, fierce and hard but not at all satisfying rips through me, he swells in my throat impossibly larger and groans.

He comes, pulse after pulse straight down my throat and I take him, tears, snot and saliva pouring into my hair.