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Moore
I gagged immediately as his hard, thick shaft filled my mouth.
I could feel my lips stretching to accommodate the weight of it. He had done this to me before, forcing me to swallow his cum afterward, but back then, I was blindfolded.
And I would have picked being blindfolded any day over watching his monstrous cock ramming in and out of my throat.
My scalp burned as he clenched tightly onto my hair.
"Fuck, Moore," he grunted.
My eyes were hot, stinging, and watery as Lucien thrust into my mouth. Somehow, this didn't feel like the first time.
The first time felt like revenge, like he was unleashing his demons while still holding himself back. But now… now, it felt like he was seeking answers.
Lucien hadn't made a sound the last time—not even when he came.
But now, he couldn’t hold back his grunts.
I coughed harder, my lips straining as he continued. He had already hit me tonight. I hoped the punishment ended there.
But deep down, I knew this was far from over.
Then something washed over me—a desire I hadn't expected in the slightest. As another groan escaped his lips, I found myself… pleased.
Lucien was only halfway in. He hadn’t pushed his full length into my mouth, and I knew he was restraining himself.
Until suddenly, he slammed all the way in, and my mind went blank.
He let out a deep groan—one that ignited something inside me.
Despite my watery eyes and stinging throat, I swallowed down every ounce of disgust I thought I had for him. I moved my head back slightly, letting him slip out a little as I coughed violently. I knew I had to brace myself for the worst, but I hadn’t expected him to shove it all in.
I looked up at him. His eyes were darkened, like he already saw the need in mine—mingled with the pain. A small smirk crossed his perfect features.
I can’t let him see this. I won’t.
Without thinking, I pulled away completely. His grip on my hair loosened as I withdrew.
He cursed the moment I let go, his cock slick and glistening.
I coughed, still staring at his erection. God, he’s huge. No wonder it had hurt so much that night when he forced it inside me before stopping abruptly.
I could still hear his voice from that night—full of both detest and satisfaction.
"Fucking virgin…"
"What?" he asked, raising a brow, clearly unimpressed by my attempt to pull away.
I said nothing. Slowly, I backed away, my insides coiling with a sudden need.
What’s wrong with me?
"Moore…"
"Please…" I cut him off. His voice didn’t sound angry.
He had let go of my hair. He could have held me down, rendering me completely helpless, but he didn’t. It was almost like he wanted me to fight back. Like he wanted me to pull away if I truly couldn’t take it.
His brow lifted. "What are you begging for?" he asked coolly.
"I… I can’t take you all," I whispered.
God, what am I saying?
He remained silent, waiting for me to make sense of what exactly I was begging him for.
"I can't…"
"I told you, Moore, you don’t have a choice. I’ll teach you to take every inch of me—whether you like it or not. You’ll learn to swallow me deep, just like the slut you are."
I swallowed hard, my mouth still filled with his precum. Without thinking, my tongue flicked out, licking my lips.
His eyes darkened instantly, his gaze dropping to my mouth. His smirk widened.
"You’re fighting it, Moore," he murmured. "But you want this."
I lifted my head, still kneeling on the mattress, my hands clenched against the sheets, my body completely bare before him.
"I…" I choked.
It baffled me why I couldn’t speak—why I couldn’t deny it. Why I never had nightmares about that night.
"Save it," he said dryly, dragging his gaze away from my lips.
The way he stared at my mouth was so intense, so enchanting, I couldn’t help myself.
"Your throat can’t take me," he continued, voice rough. "But your pussy will."
My body tensed immediately.
I didn’t know if I was scared… or if I was anticipating it. If I actually wanted it.
Before I could think, he ordered me to turn around, staying on all fours. And I obeyed.
I shifted slightly, and he watched me, his eyes dark with both need and frustration.
It was like he wanted to do things to me but couldn’t.
Then, without hesitation, Lucien slammed inside me.
I gasped, tightening around him, my eyes squeezing shut at the sudden stretch. The sting was overwhelming, but soon, it melted into something else—something close to bliss.
He was large. Too large. But I took him well.
He groaned in satisfaction, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in.
"Ahh…" I moaned, my body tightening with unexpected pleasure.
I wanted him to touch me, to play with me the way I knew he wanted to. But he wouldn’t.
He had done things to me that night. But now? He wasn’t.
The only punishment he had given me tonight was the slap.
I thought he would restrain me again, put a gag in my mouth like last time to keep me silent. But he didn’t.
He just kept thrusting into me—hard and relentless.
Lucien was fierce. His hand curled around my throat, yanking my head back as he pounded into me.
He fucked me with so much raw intensity that I would have never wanted to experience.
I loved tender love. But now, with my body arched beneath him, I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted tenderness again.
I felt my orgasm building. And he sensed it too.
His grip on my neck tightened as his pace quickened. My legs trembled.
I clutched the mattress desperately, gasping as the climax crashed into me.
My first orgasm ever.
But Lucien didn’t stop.
Not even as I cried out in pleasure.
He kept going.
Like he had always wanted to do this.
Like he had anticipated fucking me but hated it so much, he had to go this hard—not caring if I shattered beneath him.
He kept pounding into me for what felt like forever. And I kept coming—again and again—until I had no choice but to black out just as he groaned, spilling himself deep inside me.
Filling me with every drop.