His use of my full name has my pussy clenching on nothing.
Delicate nostrils flare as he pushes me downward. We sink to the floor in a heap. Connall rocks back on his heels, still holding me tight.
“Get on your knees, Lou. You’re gonna suck me off, and when you think you’ll choke, you’re gonna take another inch for every can of paint you tossed.”
I stare in surprise, my mouth falling open as he reaches down with his free hand. He unzips his jeans and pulls out his dick, and, fuck me, he’s hard. The thick knot at the base is partially swollen, his tip dripping with precum.
“Good, stare at it, Lou. Because you’re about to give me the best head of my life.”
When I falter, he strokes his cock languidly. “Pick a safe word, pretty girl.”
“Red,” I offer. It’s easy to remember. Gods help me because I didn’t come here for this kind of therapy. But right now, this sort of thing feels likeexactlywhat I need.
He drops his grip on my throat. “Good. Now lean forward and take me into your mouth, Lou.”
Gods, I can’t resist the temptation. It occurs to me to brat it up one more time and deny him, but I think he’d just wrap that big hand around my braid and make me.
Leaning forward, I plant both hands on his muscular thighs and hover just above his bobbing cock. “What do you like?” I ask at the last minute.
“Licking, sucking, nuzzling, biting,” he says, a muscle in his jaw working overtime. “Just touch it.”
Grinning, I surge forward and take him to the back of my throat, sucking hard around his thick length. He’s huge, and I can’t fit much of him, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care about that as a deep, desperate groan falls from his lips.
I pull off him and lick playfully around his tip, bringing one hand to his knot. The paint makes for a good lubricant, so I swirl it around the bulbous area, tightening and loosening my fingers. Connall snarls at me, precum dripping onto my tongue.
“Time for your punishment,” he croons. “Take me to the back of your throat, Lou, and then we’ll start counting inches.”
Wait, is he fucking serious?
But he is, because he lifts off his heels long enough to bring my mouth down on his cock. He hits the back of my throat and grins. “You dropped six cans of paint, Lou. Think you can swallow six more inches of dick?”
I try to shake my head, but I’m stuffed too full.
There’s no fucking way.
“One.” His nostrils flare as black overtakes his iris. His hips work as he goes deeper, hitting the back of my throat and going just a bit farther. When I start to gag, he pauses. “Breathe, my bratty little female. In through your nose and out through your nose.”
I do as he says, and the need to gag passes.
“Five more inches, Lou.” He strokes my bangs away from my face.
His hips move again, teasing my throat as he fucks my mouth. I choke on dick as he slides farther in, growling softly.
“Naughty little girl,” he murmurs. “Throwing your alpha’s things around. You need a lesson. Take another inch.”
I shake my head. I can’t even speak around the mouthful of cock.
“Do it, my sweet girl,” he commands. So I surge forward, lips and teeth inching closer to his knot.
“Mmm, Lou.” His voice is ragged, husky with want. “I don’t think today’s the day you make up for all six paint cans, but look at you, you’re taking your punishment so well.”
I could cry with distress when he pulls his thick cock from between my lips. But when he grabs it and slaps my mouth with it, rubbing his tip along my sore lips, the brat in me rushes back. I nip at the tip, pinching it between my teeth.
The effect is immediate. Connall jerks and roars, and precum spurts onto my lips. “Fuck, Lou. You don’t know how much it turns me on for you to get rough with me.”
I feel powerful. Desired and beautiful andpowerful. Surging forward, I take his cock into my mouth once more. But this time, I drag my teeth carefully down his length.
“Yes,” he cries out. “Again, don’t stop.”
