Page 67 of My Dark Divine
Confusion washes over me as I comply, gradually releasing him from my mouth while keeping my eyes locked on his. I search for a trace of the arrogance he displayed just moments ago, but it’s vanished completely.
“A long time, you say?” I ask in disbelief. “I thought you were having a lot of fun with your whores. Are you telling me they never did this?”
He laughs as he covers his eyes with his hand, the soft light reflecting off the golden rings on his fingers. “My whores, huh?” he teases, his voice breathy but now carrying a hint of menace. “Didn’t know you were watching me.”
An angry scowl spreads across my face as I make a weak attempt to rise, but his grip on my hair tightens, forcing me to stay on my knees. “I wasn’t watching you,” I retort through clenched teeth, renewed fury flashing in my eyes. “Everyoneknew how much of acoolguy you were.” I let out a huff of laughter. “I wonder if?—”
A slight sting spreads across my cheek, the sudden slap cutting me off. It takes me a moment to realize the fucker just slapped me with his dick.
“Are you fucking?—”
Another slap, this time landing squarely on my lips.
“We can do this all day,” he says, adjusting his grip on my hair with one hand while repositioning himself with the other. His slick tip brushes against my lips as he pushes forward, forcing my mouth open. “Come on, baby girl. This is what you wanted. No turning back now.”
I make sure he sees the daggers in my eyes before I open my mouth and take him back in. My gaze stays locked on his while I suck him, tears blurring my vision from the effort. With each second, I take him deeper, the muscles in my throat already aching from the strain. But it’s a small price to pay for the look on West’s face. His eyes are half-closed as he watches me, a blend of all kinds of emotions flickering across his features.
“I haven’t had anyone in years.” I slow my pace, unsure if I heard him correctly. “You—” A deep, guttural moan tears from his throat as I carry on, filling me with a warm sense of satisfaction. “You loved to believe in the story you crafted. The last time I was with anyone before you came along was fuckingyearsago, Venetia.”
Fuck. I want to know more, to ask him why, to talk about this. But I can’t. The intensity of desire clouds my mind, feeding off the sight of him becoming weaker with every second. West, moaning and vulnerable, is a rare sight. I’m on my knees, but it’s him who’s crumbling before me.
I release him, gathering saliva on the tip of my tongue before pooling it right at the head of his cock, never breaking eye contact. His lips part as he watches me, and when I wrapmy hand around his thickness and give him a gentle stroke, he whimpers.
Loud. So loud that Mike and the other guards outside could hear how I made him feel.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he pleads, throwing his head back. The pleasure radiating from him is so genuine and intense that I can’t help but roll my eyes in delight. “You know how to make me feel good, don’t you? Keep stroking me while you suck my cock, baby.”
His hand in my hair guides me forward, and I have no choice but to obey. Though he’s deep in my mouth, I still can’t manage to take him completely, and that leaves room for my hand. I stroke him, squeezing and sucking, just like he wants me to. The sounds he makes serve as the ultimate praise for my efforts, and with each one, I melt further into the moment. My thighs clench together, and thankfully, he’s loud enough not to hear the slick sound that I make.
I’ve never been so turned on by giving a blowjob.
The throbbing in my pussy becomes nearly unbearable, urging me to quicken my pace. I want to chase my own high, and while I love doing this to him, I know that if I don’t please myself soon, I’m going to pass out.
“No, no,” he insists, forcing me to return to a measured pace. His hand is a steady anchor, holding me in place. “Slow, long strokes, my girl. Slow and long.”
A sound of protest tries to escape my mouth, muffled around his cock as I feel my euphoria gradually slipping away.
I hate him so much that I want to bite him.
The thought ignites a fierce fire within me, and without a second thought, I do exactly that. My teeth sink into his flesh, deep and hard, and the sound that erupts from his chest is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It’s a desperate, primal noise—something bordering on pathetic and miserable, born from atwisted kind of sadistic pleasure that sends a blend of ecstasy and pure terror through me.
“Fucking bitch,” he snarls, his teeth bared in pain, yet a look of satisfaction battles its way to the surface, revealing just how much he enjoyed it. “On your face. I’m going to come all over your fucking face for this.”
In his dreams, maybe. I refuse to let him ruin my makeup just to satisfy his sick desires. Ignoring him, I pick up my pace, using my hand to aid my mouth as I take him deeper, my tongue lapping at every salty drop he offers.
“No, no, no,no—” He tries to pull me back, tugging painfully at my strands, but I push through the discomfort, knowing he’s seconds away from exploding. “I said—I?—”
Before he can finish, he spills down my throat, flooding me faster than I can swallow. I cry out, feeling his thick release pooling past my lips and trailing down my chin, yet he still doesn’t seem finished.
Yeah, maybe that wasn’t my best idea. When after what feels like an eternity I pull back, I’m breathless, my heart pounding in my ears as I choke on his cum, feeling it threaten to come up my nose.
Too much. Just like the rest of him.
He grabs my jaw, yanking me toward him with enough force to elicit a weak whimper from me. “Show me,” he commands, and in the haze of my pleasure, I stick out my tongue, fully aware that I’m a mess inside and out. “Fuck, that’s a good girl. Let me lick that off you.”
Before I can process it, he leans in, his tongue lapping at his release, savoring every drop. Heat coils in my lower stomach, the ache intensifying to an unbearable level as he wraps his lips around my tongue and sucks it.
This… might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
