Page 9 of Chokehold


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“Fucking cock tease,” I mutter.

Me: Please tell me what you were thinking as you fucked my throat.

More precum seeps from my dick, so I swipe it up with my thumb, then lick it off while imagininghistaste on my lips.

Unknown: I was thinking how fucking pathetic you were, gagging on my dick and clawing at my thighs as though I’d let you breathe if you hurt me. Spoiler: I wouldn’t. You’d die suffocating on my fat cock first.

Pleasure bursts behind my eyelids, but I manage to hold off from climaxing too soon, like a pubescent boy, greedily awaiting his next message.

Unknown: Is that what you want, Blaise? To be fucked to within an inch of your life and left ruined and covered in cum?

When I fail to respond, another message pops up.

Unknown: Answer me.

“Insufferable prick,” I mutter.

Me: Yes, I want you to ruin me with your dick.

His immediate response has my throbbing dick twitching in my grip.

Unknown: Careful of what you wish for.

Unknown: Now film yourself coming all over your hand, then send it to me.

Hands trembling, I press record, stifling a moan while jacking my dick with renewed effort. I’m a savage beast, tapping into desires I never knew existed.

Well, I had an inkling, but I never realized the ferocity behind the desire currently flooding my veins like a powerful, intoxicating drug.

Sex with my girlfriend pales in comparison to this.

Sex never had meaning until now.

Cum erupts from my dick, raining over my hand, and I choke on my saliva as I shudder through the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

It never fucking ends.

As seconds turn into minutes on the screen, I milk my dick dry, relishing the image he’ll soon see of my hand, coated in cum, as it beats my cock in time with my heaving breaths.

When my pulse returns to a semblance of normal, I hit send?—

A loud bang on the door startles me, and I jump ten miles into the air.

“You in there, fuckface? If you’re not in the car in five, we’re leaving without you.” Cole’s voice drips with humor.

Oh, right, I need my car fixed so I don’t have to catch rides from my insufferable stepbrother.

Allie’s hand feels strange in mine as I walk us down the drive. It’s warm, the sun already beating down on my face. I screw my eyes as she stops in front of me, blinded by the sun.

“What?”

“Do you still love me?” she questions, pouting like a child.

I frown. “Why are you asking me that?”

With a sigh, she pops out her hip as if she’s bored. “Just say yes or no.”

“You’re the one opening your legs for other people, handing out blowjobs left and right, sending pictures of your tits to your professor, and you have the audacity to ask me that?”