Chapter 8 Chapter 8 - Forbidden Incident
When I didn’t react, he took my hand and put it on his crotch.
I was about to snatch my hand away in horror but then I felt the heat of his arousal underneath the palm of my hand. It seared through my bones, making heat pool in my lower belly.
I inadvertently squeezed him through his jeans, eliciting a sharp hiss from him.
His reaction only excited me further as my face grew hotter by the minute.
I couldn’t possibly have been thinking straight when I unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. I looked up at him only to realize that he was staring at me like I was a completely different person. Like he’d never expected me to do what I was doing.
I grew bolder somehow and dipped my hand into his black boxers, his rock-hard penis growing even harder in my hand as I pulled it out and marvelled at its size and form.
It pulsed in my hand, the delicious warmth emanating from it sent heat racing down between my legs.
How was this ever going to fit in my mouth? I wondered, terrified and excited at the same time at the prospect of it.
I started stroking him, moving my hand up and down his length, unsure of what I was supposed to be doing. I looked up at him, almost sure that he was going to make a mockery out of my inexperience. But then I took in the glazed over, lustful look in his eye.
Was I making him feel good? Just the thought of it being true set alight my whole being, shooting warmth straight to my core.
“I don’t know how….”, I strangled out the words before I backed out of saying them at all.
“Put your lips on the tip”, he answered my unasked question, his voice was quiet. Not cruel. Not malicious. But careful.
“Like a kiss?” I questioned.
“Sure, like a kiss.” He looked frustrated now, making me arch a brow at him in confusion.
I couldn’t help but gulp in fear as I leaned in to wrap my lips around his tip, feeling precum drip into my mouth.
As I stared up at his erection, I silently wondered how it was ever going to fit in my mouth.
The rational part of me which screamed for me to run out of here was slowly starting to show itself.
But just when I was about to pull away, his hand suddenly came down on the back of my head, fisting my hair and not allowing me to back away as he suddenly thrust into my mouth, choking my screams as he almost instantly hit the back of my throat.
He pulled out the very next second but before I could even catch my breath, he was in my mouth again, shoving his entire length in this time, making me choke on my breath as tears sprang to my eyes.
“Holy fuck!” he groaned loudly, grabbing onto the table with his other hand as if he couldn’t keep standing up. Like I was making him spin out of control. His eyes were wild, no more the unfeeling pieces of icebergs. They were starting to melt and I glimpsed something I’d never ever seen before, they weren’t flames of anger or embers of malice or ashes of cruelty but rather blooming desire and pure lust.
His thrusts got rougher and the hand in my hair tightened painfully into a fist but instead of feeling scared or terrified, I felt myself getting wet down there, the feeling of his penis in my mouth, the soft, silky skin rubbing against my tongue made me burn from within as I got drunk on his arousal.
My breathing slowed down to almost normal as I started to move with him. My throat ached but I wanted to make him cum. So fucking bad, I could taste the want on my tongue.
I longingly looked up at him as I started to move my tongue along his length, licking and massaging the hard flesh. I saw his pupils dilate as he bit down on his lip to keep from groaning too loud. It spurred me on further, making me suck him harder into my mouth.
His hand in my hair started to loosen its hold but I kept going, sucking, licking and doing what I guessed I was supposed to do.
“You look so fucking good like this”, he finally spoke, his voice like honey, soft and praising. “On your knees for me, like you were always supposed to me.”
I grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand, trying to get a better angle before I took him into my mouth again.
I could feel him hum in appreciation as I took him down my throat this time, successfully not choking.
“Keep your fucking eyes on me”, he groaned out, jerking my head up. He was gritting his teeth. A shudder ran down his body as he first gently played with my hair and then out of nowhere, just as my mouth had almost adjusted to his size, he placed both of his hands on either side of my face, cupping my ears and then thrust so hard into my mouth, I almost fell over, if not for him holding my head in place.
Fresh tears hung onto the edges of my eyelids as I kept looking into his eyes. My throat felt like it would burst from the pressure.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck this sweet fucking mouth of yours”, he growled out, his moans getting louder as he pulsated in my mouth. I could almost feel his climax building as he grew in my mouth, throbbing with the need for release.
“Every time you bit on down on those plump fucking lips, all I could think about was how they would look wrapped around my cock, how that mouth would look filled with my cum”, he cursed off, his voice sounding strangled as he relentlessly fucked my mouth.
“This mouth, these fucking soft lips belong to me now. You let any other man fuck your mouth like this and it’ll be their last day with a dick. Do. You. Understand.” He sounded so serious, his tone so grave, it sent chills down my spine and I nodded my head the best I could with him still in my mouth.
My jaw ached and my oesophagus felt like it was going to burst if he didn’t stop trying to break it.
“Oh fuck!”, he moaned out, spurting out hot streams of cum into my mouth. The taste was foreign and I was taken aback, swallowing it all on reflex. His dick jerked in my mouth as he came down from the final wave of his climax.
Pulling me up, he grabbed me by my jaw, his other arm going around my waist to encase me in a vice grip.
What now?
“Swallow”, he said, shutting my mouth and then parting my lips.
“You already did”, his eyes darkened, the blue in them seeming darker than the night sky. “Good girl. You have no idea how fucking attractive you are when you act all obedient”, he crooned, giving flight to butterflies in my stomach and forcing me to look away as my face warmed beneath his intense gaze.
“No no”, he reprimanded,” You don’t get to act all shy after sucking me off like your life depended on it.” I blushed profusely at his comment. And the bastard found it amusing.
“Was it okay for you?” I meekly asked, my voice so low I was surprised he heard me at all.
“Why would you ask that?” He sounded incredulous.
“I wish I had more experience. Any experience to be honest”, I admitted, regretting the moment the words left my mouth. I should not have told him that.
“So you’ve never…. not even once…”, he was in utter disbelief. My silent embarrassment was enough of an answer for him as he continued,” Well, I don’t wish that you had any experience. I love the fact that my cock is the only one that’s ever been in your mouth,” his voice took on the gravest tone, severe conviction lacing his words,” And it’s going to be the only one that’s ever going to choke this throat.”
He trailed a finger down my throat as it bobbed when I swallowed. “And just for the record, not to inflate your ego or anything”, he leant down to whisper in my ear,” No one’s ever made me cum… just by sucking me off. It always takes getting my dick wet in a pussy to make me climax.” I stilled, his words hitting me in my core and stroking my weak heart in the best way possible.
I throbbed down there, a painful ache blooming between my legs with a need for release I’d never felt before.
I involuntarily rubbed my legs together, trying to somehow negate my own arousal. I hoped he hadn’t noticed. My breath hitched when he smirked at me.
Nothing escaped this eagle-eyed Greek-god-faced man.
“Wait, have you ever been touched before?” his question made me crumble beneath his gaze.
I was a 19-year-old who’d never done anything even mildly sexual, let alone let some guy feel me up my skirt.
He was never going to let me live this down.
“You haven’t, have you?”, his tone wasn’t mocking, but rather pleased, making me frown in confusion.
“You have no fucking idea how happy that makes me”, he husked out, his eyes again taking on that intense lusty look, like he was going to devour me whole. I clenched my thighs together, hoping to somehow drive away the ache.
All of a sudden, he slid his hand underneath my skirt, inching up until his index finger was grazing the side seam of my panties.
I almost stopped breathing, horrified at the realization that I had no intention of stopping him. I’d never let any man near my body and now I was about to let him be the first to touch me down there.
I had seriously lost my mind.
I looked up at him with an urgent frown, almost begging him to touch me or I would burst into flames.