Chapter 100

Chapter 100
Genevieve

His cock—tasty and salty—slid into my mouth.

A month later, the moment I tasted it again, a shiver raced through my body.

It felt like heaven. 

Before I could even speak, I started swirling my tongue around it. I was savoring every inch of it.

The first time I’d taken his thick cock in my mouth, it had hurt. It was so big. so wide that it stretched my lips to their limit.

Now, I moved it in and out with ease. I could do it like a pro.

“Umm…” He whimpered as his hands threaded through my hair. “You know how you look right now?” He smirked down at me.

I knew exactly how I looked—like some desperate whore on her knees, sucking his cock like it was the only thing that mattered.

I was supposed to be a decent girl. The kind with a good head on her shoulders and boundaries intact. But with Alonzo, all my defenses crumbled. 

Maybe that’s why my body surrendered to him so effortlessly. 

He’d fucked my pussy  just minutes ago, and now my mouth was his.

Alonzo gripped my hair tighter and started thrusting into my mouth. Fast and relentless.

His balls slapped against my jaw with every drive.

He moved his hips like a piston. Unstoppable.

“Ahh…” His cock battered the back of my throat. My boobs bounced wildly with the force.

“Moon… Do you think he could ever do this to you? Could he ever satisfy you like I do?”

He asked in a husky voice. 

I couldn’t answer. Not with my mouth full with his dick. 

Not with the truth burning in my chest: No. 

No one could.

Alonzo had fucked me this way four years ago, and everything shattered.

Still, no one could touch me the way he did.

My body craved the wild one. Alonzo.

“Even if you marry him… your first wedding night will be with me. So stop dreaming about walking down the aisle with anyone else.” His tone was a lethal promise wrapped in threat.

“Do you understand that?” He demanded. I lifted my eyes to meet his. Tears blurred my edges.

I nodded.

He fucked my mouth until he came undone. A sharp stream shot out from his cock and flooded my mouth.

His cum filled me completely.

Salty and sticky.

It leaked from the corners of my lips, trailing down my chin.

Alonzo watched me with those amused,  and unblinking eyes, drinking in every detail.

His cock still throbbed in my mouth, spent but not retreating.

“You know, you look like the most beautiful woman in the world right now,” he murmured like it was the highest praise.

My brows furrowed. He hadn’t said a word about how stunning I looked in that gown earlier, all dolled up for my date.

But now? Mascara streaked from tears. My lipstick smeared from his brutal kisses and his cum dripping from my lips like evidence of my ruin. That's when I was beautiful to him.

He was so utterly strange.

“Make sure there’s only one cock in your mouth from now on. And that it’s mine.” His eyes narrowed, sharp as a blade. “Even if I die…”

Air rushed back into my lungs—I could finally breathe after what felt like an eternity. His dick had been choking me. Pressing down on my windpipe.

Without a word, he tucked himself back into his pants. My brows shot up in disbelief.

“Hey… What was that?” I stammered. My voice was hoarse. My pussy was still aching. Throbbing with unmet need.

He hadn’t finished me. He zipped up, the sound echoing like a dismissal.

He leaving me feeling exposed and unfinished.

“Alonzo…” I called but he ignored me. He buckled his belt with deliberate calm.

“Hey… What about me?” Anger flared hot in my chest. My clit pulsed insistently and he didn’t give a damn.

“You stop entertaining other men, or I won’t let you come.”

A mischievous smirk curled his lips.

I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this…” I lunged and grabbed his arm. 

My mouth was still thick with his taste. I crushed my lips to his, kissing him fiercely. Forcing him to swallow the evidence of what I’d done, the salty tang of his own release.

He seized the back of my neck and  kissed me back with equal fire. He devoured me until we broke apart. Breathless.

“I love how hard you’re trying to seduce me, baby,” he rasped. “But I want your pussy to keep throbbing. I’ll do this to you every damn day until you beg me—until you say you’re mine. Only mine.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and strode out of the washroom, leaving me alone.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Dishelved and wrecked. 

What the hell was wrong with me?

Since he’d crashed back into my life, I’d been unraveling. 

Pathetic. Slutty.

I needed release. I needed to ease the ache he’d left behind. But a sharp knock rattled the door.

A woman pushed it open, her eyes widening before rolling in disgust as she pieced it together.

I snatched up my frock and bolted into a stall to hide.

I dressed quickly. splashed water on my face to erase the evidence. Lipstick smears, tear tracks gone, as best I could manage.

Alonzo Capone. 

My world had been a whirlwind of chaos since he’d stormed back in.

“Hello, Dad…” My phone buzzed to life in my hand.

“How could you leave your date hanging like that? Spending an hour in the damn washroom?” Dad’s voice thundered through the speaker.

I swallowed hard. “Dad… I was just—”

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to find a man willing to overlook that you’re a single mother? How am I supposed to face his father now? You’re still so immature…”

His words dripped with more embarrassment than fury, and it twisted the knife deeper.

“Dad, listen to me, please…”

He hung up before I could finish.

What could I even say? That I’d been fucked senseless by another man in the ladies’ room while my date waited outside like a fool?

No. Absolutely not.

The cab screeched to a stop outside my apartment and I rushed inside.

“Hey… You…” Ria’s voice trailed off as her gaze locked on my ruined face—smudged makeup, swollen lips.

“Sorry, Ri… I’ll talk later.” I dumped my purse on the counter and fled to the bathroom, locking the door.

I needed to finish what Alonzo had started. My fingers trembled as I hiked up my skirt. I desperately tried to ease the throb while his face flashed before my eyes. 

That brat.

I hated him for ruining my date. Hated him for barging in and taking what he wanted.

Hated him most of all for leaving me like this. Desperate  and unfinished.

I hated that man. Alonzo Capone.