Page 37 of Skin Deep

He licked his way up my spine. “Wanna know how you taste?” he asked, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head up.

I swallowed and shook my head as much as he’d let me.

“Cheap.” He released me and yanked open my belt, his hand plunging down into my pants and underwear. “But you fucking love it, don’t you? Look at all that precum leaking out of you. You’re practically ready to come already, aren’t you? Fucking slut.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was embarrassingly close already and he’d barely touched me.

He released me and stood. There was the distinctive metallic sound of his belt coming undone and I twisted to look back at him, just as he yanked his shirt over his head.

Damn, he was gorgeous. I never thought I’d go for a man covered in tattoos. Paxton’s chest and stomach were covered in works of art. The most prominent one was a huge scorpion among sunflowers over his chest. My gaze trailed over well-defined abs and down to where he was stroking his cock to attention, and my mouth watered. I’d always loved sucking men off, maybe more than I enjoyed penetrative sex, but I couldn’t let Paxton find out about that. He’d exploit that weakness mercilessly and I’d never get the taste of him out of my mouth. Not that I’d want to.

“Come here, slut, and suck me like a good boy,” he demanded.

I started to twist so I could crawl toward him, but with my pants riding down low and my hands tied behind my back, it was impossible to move gracefully or quickly. He snorted, impatient, and grabbed my head by the hair, yanking me into position and forcing my mouth down on his cock.

I moaned at the rough handling, at the salty taste of him on my tongue, at the way he filled my mouth. I tried to open my throat but he moved too fast, shoving himself all the way to the back so that I had no choice but to gag around him.

“Shit,” he groaned and yanked my head back enough that I could breathe. “You good?”

“Are you?” I growled. “I thought I made it clear what I wanted. My throat’s for fucking, not for speaking.”

“Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

“Then why am I not choking on your cock, Paxton?”

He laughed darkly and shoved my head back down with another groan. “You’re such a whiny little bitch sometimes.”

So fuck me like one, I thought, fighting to take more of him.

He gathered fistfuls of my hair and yanked my head back before thrusting hard and pushing me back down, using my hair like handles to guide the pace faster and harder. It was almost too much. I couldn’t swallow around him or keep up, and drool began to drip down the front of me, mixing with the tears that fell every time I choked on him.

I was gettingfilthy, and I loved it.

I looked up at him, my cock throbbing for attention, but it almost felt like an afterthought to the heady feeling of finally getting at least part of the treatment I craved. It was messy, dirty, and completely unsanitary, all the things I couldn’t stand anywhere else but needed when it came to sex. I didn’t know why I was like that, so frantic to be in control of everything everywhere else but desperate to surrender in bed. Maybe it was part of my broken brain, some self-destructive tendency, another expression of my masochist tendencies, perhaps. I wanted what was bad for me, craved it like an addict injecting poison into their veins.

The sounds coming out of my throat were disgusting and profane, but I’d never been harder, never felt more seen, more wanted, than I did looking up at him while he fucked my throat.

He inhaled sharply and pulled free suddenly, gripping the base of his shaft tightly to stave off his orgasm. Fuck, he must’ve been close, and knowing that I’d brought him there so easily… It gave me more of a high than any kill.

I leaned in, nuzzling against the dark hair at the base of his cock, kissing along his length and whimpering quietly, begging without words to be given the honor of more.

“You’re such a needy little slut,” he teased, tracing the head of his cock over my lips and leaving salty smears of precum behind. “You want my cum?”

“Yes.” My voice came out all creaky and strained.

“Well, too fucking bad,” he said, shoving me back. “This isn’t about whatyouwant. Turn around.”

I did as I was told, even though moving was difficult and awkward, restrained as I was.

I grunted as he forced my face back into the mattress with one big hand on the back of my head. He settled between my knees, pushing them wider. With my pants and underwear tight around my thighs and my hands bound, there wasn’t much I could do, especially since he was easily a hundred pounds bigger than me. I was completely at his mercy.

Exactly where I wanted to be.

There was the sound of a foil package ripping open. I twisted enough to see him roll on a condom and lifted my ass in offering, hoping to feel his fingers spear me and spread me open, but that wasn’t what I got. I cried out as he sank his teeth into the meat of my ass, biting down full force before licking over the sore spot while I panted.

“My bruises are gonna look so beautiful on you,” he purred and bit the other side.

I couldn’t stop the whimper of pain, of ecstasy, that came out.

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