He carries me as if he’s afraid to drop me and shatter the haze of lust that’s settled upon his shoulders. Lurking beneath that is a tortured man with many secrets, and I’m surprised that he’s been suppressed by the one who holds me now. His desire is potent. It seeps into me with each sway of his steps. The movement causes me to grind against his jeans.
I can’t get enough of the feeling, no matter how shameful I feel as the pleasure builds in my core.
I shouldn’t allow myself to feel these things. Not for this monster, who’s stollen me away and demands more of me than any man has, but there’s something alluring in the soft caress of his hands on my butt as he guides me to his room.
Or the way he presses his mouth to the top of my head, inhaling the scent of my hair, and shivering with satisfaction. This is a man whose guard is down. I don’t know if that scares me even more.
When we arrive to his bedroom, he kicks the door open. The wood groans from the assault, whipping backwards and crashing against the wall from the power behind his foot, but he pays no mind. He’s pulled his neck back to peer at me with a pensive gaze, before he drops me on his bed and sinks to his knees before me. Even on his knees he still towers over me as I sit on his bed.
“Leigh,” He groans as he pushes my thighs apart, spreading my puffy pussy lips for his eager eyes to drink in as much as he’d like. I don’t comment on the fact he’s called me by another name – or the fact that the name is familiar – instead, I let him glide his hands up the insides of my thighs slowly, the nails grazing my flesh teasingly until I’m practically bucking my hips into his face.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
I hadn’t expected those words to leave his lips. This man calling anything perfect feels absolutely unbelievable. He gave me the impression of someone who finds imperfections in even the most precious things.
He presses a gentle kiss to my knee, then moves to my other knee. The touch of his lips is feathery and soft. As if I am whoever he just groaned, and he’s trying to be a different man. In this moment, I think I’ve lost the Levi who’s bought me, and replaced him with the one who existed at a time long before my arrival.
I feel his hot breath first. It trails up my inner thighs the closer he edges to my aching slit, until it’s met its target and I feel the warmth of his labored breaths directly over my pussy.
I moan. It’s instinctual I tell myself as not to feel guilt from letting him control my body so easily, but I know that I’ve gone and done something foolish. I’ve allowed myself to desire him.
He bites his lip at the sound of my audible pleasure, his eyes rolling slightly in the back of his head before he groans and moves his face into my crotch. He teases me by hovering an inch away from my moistening slit, but just as I go to beg him for what I know he’s about to give me, he doesn’t hold back.
His tongue is a snake. A conniving being that flicks against my slit, drawing up my juices until the tip grinds against my sensitive clit. He knows he’s driving me crazy when I start to rock into him, and to steady me, he trails his hands up my thighs to my hips and holds me down onto the bed with his muscular grip.
“Still,” He groans, and his tongue vibrates on my pussy from the word, and I cry out, tossing my head back as I’m swept away by the bliss. It possesses me, making my limbs jerk, my toes curl, and my hands fist his hair just to press him closer to my wet mound.
“Oh no,” I cry out, alarmed by how quickly my orgasm has begun to surface. My first orgasm given by a man… one that I didn’t have to stroke myself just to receive. I’m mystified as to how to react, so I take a deep breath, slowly exhaling and letting my body relax as he guides me to ecstasy.
“So juicy,” He hisses once more, before he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I unravel as my orgasm explodes within me.
I howl loudly, sure that everyone in that living room can hear exactly what he’s doing – just like he wants, I suppose. When I’m finished, he’s capturing my throat with one firm hand and yanking my mouth to his with the other, a swirl of my juices and his saliva mix when our tongues clash together.
I gasp out of surprise at his feral need. I should be used to it by now, but do you really ever get used to being preyed upon by a man as frighteningly tantalizing as him?
“Oh fuck, Leigh, I’m so ready for you.”
He rises off his feet, cupping my chin quickly, and stroking my bottom lip. I know I should remain quiet. My eyes travel over his jeans where his erection strains against the imprisonment, just begging to be let loose and wreak havoc on my insides.
I should just keep my mouth shut and let him take me in the animalistic way I know he needs to, but I find myself having trouble keeping my questions at bay.
“Who’s Leigh?” I question. The words leave my lips faster than I can rethink them, and it’s as if they shatter the man who just devoured me. Instead, he’s replaced by Levi the conqueror. The one who spent half a million dollars on a girl he had laid eyes on ten seconds prior.
His languid expression is replaced by one of cold stone. His jaw tenses as he scrutinizes me, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around myself to hide a part of me from those eyes. Those angry, calculating eyes that always keep the illusion that he’ll strike at any moment.
“I’m sorry, did I offend you? I-it’s just, you called me Leigh a few times,” I state quickly, firming my lips nervously as I await his response. Levi sucks his teeth, his eyes moving over my covered breasts before he gets to my crossed thighs.
“Why are you hiding yourself from me? Did I not just have my head between your fucking legs?”
“I’m sorry,” I reply quickly. My heart is beating so quickly in my chest, I’m sure he can hear it.
“I should flip you over, tie your hands to my headboard and fuck you senseless until you’re raw, just as a punishment.”
A punishment…
The thought makes my inner walls clench, but I remain silent.
“Curiosity is going to get you into trouble, Sasha.” He cracks his knuckles and takes a deep breath. “If you needed to know, I would fucking tell you… do you understand?”
I go to nod quickly and be the compliant girl I know he expects me to be, but instead, I feel myself tensing as words of anger bubble on my tongue.
“I understand that you called me by another girls name… I was just asking something simple. I wasn’t trying to offend you.”
“Well, too fucking late.”
Exasperatedly, you toss your hands in the air, and glare at him. His surprise comes in the form of furrowed brows and a stroke of his chin with his hand.
“You’re really fucking testing me.”
It’s not like I deliberately want to see the evil invoked within him. I guess after everything and all these emotions I’ve bottled inside, something was bound to spill out.
He steps forward, his fist down at his sides before he grabs me by my hair and pulls me onto my knees from the bed.
“No more being soft just to spare your innocent little heart.”
The floor connects with my knees, pain lancing up my thighs. I hiss as the feeling explodes in my lower half, but I don’t have time to dwell on it as I watch him undo his pants and finally free that thick cock I know has been painfully waiting.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he commands, peering down at me almost like I’m nothing. I know this moment will make or break me. If I don’t obey I’ll have to leave… and I’ve pissed him off, therefore I’ve earned this punishment.
I swallow nervously before opening my mouth.
“Good girl,” He hisses before he grabs my chin and steps forward. The head of him slaps against my lips, before he manages to get some friction from the tip of my tongue. “Open that mouth as wide as you can and swallow it all, Sasha.”
I nod slowly, aware that it’s unlikely I can fit even half of him in my mouth, but I’ll try. He teases an inch into my mouth, letting the space get comfortable to his size – letting me feel secure in his pace – only to slam his hips forward and jam his length all the way to the back of my throat.
I hiss a breath through my nose, the sound strangled as I attempt to accommodate the invasion of such a large cock. My saliva pools quickly in my mouth to lubricate his path as he pumps his hips furiously back and forth. His hands are rough on my head, gliding my mouth to the rhythm that he fucks my face.
“Don’t. fucking. Disobey. Me.” He grits out angrily.
His cock is too big.
I’ll choke on it, for sure.
But I won’t resist.
I’ve agreed to this. To his punishing assault.
And with each pump of his hips and stroke of his shaft against the inside of my cheeks, I swallow and lick until he’s swelling inside my mouth and cursing my name.
“Fuck, Sasha! Fuckkkk, you’re fucking slurping my cock.” He groans and breathes heavily. The sound of him panting oddly makes me clench again, but this time I frown and force those damning thoughts of lust out of my head.
“I’m coming in this throat. Do you understand me?”
I gurgle the word yes around his shaft, and he curses beneath his breath from the vibrations of my tongue before I feel him slam against my lips and his cock twitch and empty inside of my mouth.
“Swallow every single fucking drop.”
I swallow greedily, as if I’m starving and his seed is the only edible thing within miles.
It’s salty and powerful and… him.
When I’ve finished the last drop, he pulls himself free of my lips quickly and stands back with his half-flaccid cock while he arches a demeaning brow.
I fall back onto my butt, aware that my legs are spread open and he can see every inch of my slit, but I’m too tired and sore to care. My knees ache, along with my mouth.
When he cocks his head sideways and stares curiously between my thighs, I meet his curiosity with hostility.
“What?”
“Your lips are glossy with wetness…. You’re so eager to be fucked by me.”
I shake my head, as if that’ll be convincing enough but he ignores the movement.
“I’m not here to pleasure you… I’m here to take from you. So, if fucking you is a fun little treat, Sasha, then consider that off my fucking list.”