He bent me over and pressed his cock hard against my ass in the thin shorts, splitting my cheeks open.
Panic pulsed through me as I struggled in his arms.
“I’m your father’s girlfriend,” I said desperately. “Someday I might even be your stepmother. So you better stop now before you do something you’ll regret!”
Gabriel chuckled.
“I’m not going to regret this.”
He shoved me down to my knees, one hand on my hair, the other on the crotch of his sweatpants.
“Suck on my dick and get all this bratty energy out of you.”
When I only struggled further, he took his cock in a big hand and slapped me across the face with it, his balls slamming into my chin.
“Open up!”
“Ouch, my jaw! You’re going to knock a tooth out!” I cried.
Think, Lark!
How could I get out of it?
Maybe if I took a little bit in my mouth, he’d let go of my hair.
I opened my mouth the tiniest bit, cringing inwardly as the tip of his big head hit my tongue.
It tasted wicked and wrong, a pop of salt and sweet, and the head was way too big to fit my mouth around. But he didn’t let go of my braid, jamming me down over his cock until my lips stung.
From this position, I could barely even kick out at him.
I was stretched so wide I ran my tongue to the other side of my mouth, trying to push him away, but he only groaned.
“That’s it, doctor. Right there. That’s some fucking therapy right there.”
Drool pooled in my mouth as he didn’t let me off.
“Take me deeper,” he growled. “Down to the base.”
But I couldn’t even get halfway, let alone down to the base.
A watery ray of moonlight slid by the window and I saw out of the corner of my eye there was a lamp nearby, with a long extension cord taped against the wall.
If I stretched, I could almost reach it. . .
My scalp stung as his heavy balls connected with my throat, and I stretched my arm until it felt like I’d pop it out of my socket, and I yanked on the cord.
It fell down on Gabriel’s shoulder with a crash, and for half a second, he relaxed his grip on my hair.
Dropping to my hands and knees in the dark, I crawled desperately away. Gabriel gripped my ankle, but I kicked out, connecting with his jawline, and I did it again, flinging myself sideways and knocking into a chair.
It was miraculously enough to let me stagger down the hallway and race for my room.
He was hard on my heels and Iflew, barely reaching the room ahead of him, and I skittered hard into it, slipping through and slamming the door behind me.
I didn’t even get it barred long enough to take a breath before Gabriel yanked on the doorknob and cursed loudly.
“Open the door!”
