Series: The Moretti Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 111428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Leaning into her face, I run my nose over her cheekbone, the bridge of her nose, inhaling her, wishing she trusted me enough to tell me everything. So soft, so perfect… a liar.
Pulling back, I growl, “Do it, or would you rather I fuck your ass without care?”
“No,” she whimpers.
I release her hair. “Good, then undo my fucking pants, pull my cock out, and get ready to choke.”
Her gaze drops to the swell in my jeans, and she flicks the button, undoing them, and shoving them down my hips. I bet she’s wondering if I’m really going to hurt her. If this is a true punishment or not? Honestly, I haven’t decided.
My thoughts fly out the window the moment her hands wrap around my cock. Fuck, her touch undoes me. It unwraps me from the inside out, leaving all my protective insides vulnerable. Still, no matter how good her hands feel on me, it’s her mouth that I want.
Swatting her hand away, I find myself gripping her by the back of the neck, my hold unyielding. “I want your fucking mouth,” I grit out.
As if I’m not close enough to the edge of insanity, she drives me the last inch there when she places one hand on my thigh and leans forward, taking the mushroom-shaped head of my cock into her mouth. It’s both heaven and hell. The warmth of her wet mouth surrounds me, and I have to remind myself that this is her punishment.
I’m using her for my own pleasure. Using her hot mouth.
“Open up wide,” I groan.
With her trustful gaze on mine, she obeys, and I grit my teeth, knowing what’s to come. Releasing the nape of her neck, I take both hands and cradle the side of her face, almost protectively. Without warning, I thrust to the hilt, my cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags like I anticipated, her hands pushing against my thighs in terror as I hold myself there for a moment before pulling back.
A wheezing noise meets my ears as she sucks a breath of air into her lungs like it will be her last. I allow myself to look down at her for one brief second and find that tears are already leaking out the corner of her eyes. Below me, she looks so delicate, so fucking perfect, a fragile flower pushing through the concrete, wanting to prevail no matter how damning the circumstance.
It makes me want to break her. No, I have to break her. I need her to tell me everything, need her to be broken and afraid. Need her to need me.
Forcing myself forward, I repeat the process again, but this time I move faster. I slide deep, relishing in the loud gagging sound she makes and the way her tiny throat tries to swallow around my cock. Saliva dribbles out the side of her mouth and down her chin, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I say between my teeth, pulling back and diving in again.
She doesn’t respond, but her nails sink deep in my thigh muscles, and I let out a hiss of pain. “Fuck, yes. Hurt me. I want to feel your anger.”
From that point on, things get blurry. I fuck her mouth almost incoherently, holding her head in place, pistoning my hips faster and faster, using her mouth as if it were her pussy, and she lets me, knowing this is her punishment.
Hollowing out her cheeks, she tries to get me to come sooner by adding pressure, but I’m not ready to come yet, and this punishment ends when I say so.
“I’m in control.” I snap my teeth together and hold myself at the back of her throat. She makes another gagging sound as I choke her with my cock.
Fuck, that sound is pure joy to my ears.
When I can’t hold off any longer, and her silky mouth becomes too much for me to bear, I let go of her head and pull out. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke faster, feeling the pressure in my balls, knowing I’m going to be coming soon.
“Fucking look at me. Open that pretty little mouth, and don’t you dare look away,” I grunt. Slowly, she does as she’s told. Staring at her, I find her lips are swollen, her eyes are red as if she’s been crying and not choking on my cock for the last five minutes.
She looks shattered and beautiful, but more than anything, she looks like mine. I can tell she’s turned on, the lustful glaze over her eyes, giving her away. I almost feel bad… almost.
My orgasm nearly knocks me off my feet, my abs tighten, and I explode a second later. It’s a sight to see and one that leaves my heart thundering in my chest.