Closing my eyes, I part my lips and feed the first inch between them slowly while fisting the base of his shaft harder. As soon as the tip of his length touches my tongue, he snaps, shouting, “Fuck!” Batting my hands away, he adjusts his stance, widening his legs. “Hands on my balls and keep them there.” Ido what he wants, squeezing two handfuls. Hard. Even knowing I’m pressing my luck I don’t care as he yells, “Shit!”
His hips thrust at the same time he yanks my face forward by my hair, shoving his cock so deep it hits the back of my throat. The harder I squeeze him the more rabid he becomes, holding my head hostage with an impressive strength as he uses my mouth like he owns it. He groans as if in agony above me, warming my belly even more.
I shouldn’t be turned on by his reaction, by his torment. But some deep, dark part of me is thrilled to be at his mercy in this way again, just like last night and the night before. I enjoy the taste of him and his dominance over me.
Which makes me hate myself more than I hate him as he furiously pumps in and out of my mouth.
I’m not sure if he’s in a hurry to get this over with, or if he’s so turned on, he’s not going to last much longer. It’s only been a few seconds, and I already taste his salty flavor. He’s panting heavily in between masculine grunts and growls.
“That’s it. Take it all. I know you can. Every long, thick inch…”
My gag reflex chooses that moment to kick in. I release the grip on his balls to press my palms to his bare thighs, trying to push him away so I can take a breath. Of course, he doesn’t budge, just groans and fucks my mouth even faster. Tears run down my cheeks as he races to the finish line.
“I wanted to come in your cunt this morning, but this is even better,” the asshole says.
That’s why he was in bed naked with me? He thought after last night I’d let him inside me?
And then I remember how I woke up, pressing back against his hardness, grinding myself on it while his big palm clutched my stomach underneath my pajama top. Pajamas I’m still wearing…
He put me in pajamas?
He could’ve stripped me naked, and I never would’ve known as he slept against me.
For some reason, that makes me feel a tiny bit better.
At the same time, if I’d been sleeping with him behind me, both of us nude, he probably would’ve ended up inside me before I completely woke up and realized what was happening…
Why does the thought of him doing that to me turn me on too?
I don’t have any further time to dwell on my pathetic issues, since Tristan’s dick swells. “I’m coming! So…fucking…hard…” His release explodes in my throat, making me struggle to swallow the thick, hot substance and breathe at the same time. Some of his cum escapes my lips, running down my chin with my saliva at the same time my panties become drenched.
Damn him.
I can’t believe I let him do that. Again.
I pull off as soon as he releases my hair. Reaching down, his thumb swipes over the dampness on my cheek, then moves to wipe at the hot, thick substance on my chin while I try to wipe it all away.
“God, you’re so pretty when you’re a fucking mess.” He chuckles as he looks down at me, making me feel even more ashamed of what I’ve done, what I’m doing, letting him manipulate me into sucking him off, and worse, dropping the charges.
He tries to shove his coated thumb in between my parted lips, but I turn my head, spitting out the remains of him onto the floor.
Suddenly, he grabs the top of my hair again, forcing me to look at him. Instead of being smug and triumphant about getting exactly what he wanted, his bearded jaw is clenched tight, dark eyes narrowed in anger, confusing me even more.Did I not suck him how he likes? God, no telling how many other mouths have been on the disgusting man. I shouldn’t have agreed… “You’ll dismiss the cases by tomorrow at noon, or everyone will see how good you are at sucking cock and know what every inch of your pussy looks like.”
Okay, so he thought it was good?
That shouldn’t be my first takeaway from his comment.
Releasing my hair, he walks away from me and moves to the pile of clothes in the chair. He gets dressed with his back to me while I remain kneeling, sitting back on my heels, unsure if my legs will hold my weight yet. I pick up the gun but don’t bother aiming it at him. He knows I won’t use it, so it’s a worthless threat. Besides, he’s already got what he wanted.
The only time he looks at me is when he’s fully dressed and making sure I see him slip his own gun into the back of his pants. A gun he’s illegally carrying…
“I’ve got your phone number, so I’ll be sure to send you all the videos for you to enjoy later.” He winks, then walks over and stops right in front of me. “Someone wants you dead. You might want to figure out who before they come for you again, and I’m not there to stop them.” Then his heavy booted footsteps move past me. I hold my breath until I hear my apartment door slam shut.
God, what have I done?
10
Kirsten
