Her mouth wraps around the head of my dick, slowly teasing her way down, trying to set her own pace.
I’m rock-solid in no time, and my cock is swelling to fullness in her mouth, stretching those pretty lips of hers. It’s such a lewd display, and my dick throbs with excitement as she begins to work me into her warm, wet mouth. I love the feel, and my veiny shaft never looked so good as it does crammed into her pretty face like this.
I can’t resist but give a moan.
“That’s a good girl,” I say without realizing it, enjoying this more than I intended as I stroke her hair and push her head in, making her move a little faster. Make her take me a little deeper.
She braces herself against my thigh but doesn’t resist. She has something to prove now, I realize too late, and I’m not positive which one of us will come out the winner.
Her tongue trails along my veins, her dark lashes fluttering down to hide her gaze from me as she lets out a low moan of appreciation. She shifts on the bed, positioning herself so she can take me deeper, my heavy hand urging her on.
My cock glistens with her saliva as her mouth pulls back, those pouty lips dragging along the thick veins until she’s suckling upon the very tip. And I’m finding myself more taken with this than I should. I was meaning to show her the truth of things, instead I was making myself crave her deeper.
I give her head a bit more of an aggressive push until my balls are smacking her chin with the motions of her mouth, and I growl out.
“A mobster’s girl has to take it. Any time, any place…any which way he needs it,” I tell her, sounding so possessive. Letting my brutishness out more. Untying the restrained beast within.
But that’s dangerous, even for teaching a lesson. Because deep down, there’s so much I want to do to this woman…change her forever. Make her mine. Mark her permanently.
12
Alicia
I’m nearly choking on his huge cock, but I can’t give up. I feel like he wants me to prove myself, to show him that he’s not going to break me. That I can handle him, at his best and worst.
I don’t know why I need to prove this so badly, not just to himself, but to me. I’ve never had these feelings for anyone before. Not like this.
When he said he was going to leave, I swear I felt my heart break. And if I can make him stay with a blowjob? It’s going to be the best goddamned blowjob anyone has ever received in their life.
He has me pinned against him, though, and I’m barely able to move but for the wiggle of my tongue, spreading the thick saliva over more of his cock. Tentatively I reach down, finding the sac beneath, grasping it lightly in my hands. It’s a contrast from the aggressive face fucking, the tender rolling of his balls between my digits, but with how he’s moaning, I know I’m winning him over.
He sheds his jacket, and then there’s just the shirt beneath, hugging his muscles as I make his chest heave with his rising breaths. He’s so big in my mouth that it hurts my jaw to stretch this wide, but I’m committed. Partly it’s because I tell myself I want him on my side, to protect me, but really I know that’s a convenient lie. I’m drawn to him on a base level. It’s that and that alone that makes me lash my tongue along the thick, bulging veins of his dick with such attention, cradle his balls with such affection.
Then finally, he unbuttons his shirt, and I see the rippling muscles beneath. Those thick pecs and abs unveiled as he sheds his clothes.
“Just the beginning,” he says with a husky roar, grasping my shoulders and prying me off his cock so that the long, thick member throbs in the open air, glistening with my saliva as he pushes me back onto the bed. “You’re going to take this cock in your raw little pussy,” he says in a dark voice as he puts one knee up onto the bed, “because that’s where I want to blow every single load.”
Oh God. Oh God! Part of me wants to flee, to be gone from this charade, this messed up Stockholm Syndrome relationship. But he’s definitely a beast, and I must be a hell of a beauty by how turned on those words make me. They should send me running to the hills, not bending back on the bed, arching my back like a wanton slut.
But I do want it, and his dark words only excite something within me, something I’ve never been aware of until now. My hands go to the sides of my pants, and I tug them down, revealing myself inch by inch, showing him exactly what type of a woman I am.
He watches with those dark, smoldering eyes of his as I shed my pants, unveiling myself to his hungry eyes. His dick swells and throbs before me, the biggest I’ve ever seen and looking so fiercely aroused after my sucking. He yanks away my pants and panties as they reach my ankles, then grasps hold of my thighs, pressing them back, spreading me open wide as he gets between my legs.