Page 22 of Obsessed with the Player

“Just suck me already, I said,” feeling overcome, finally reaching for his hair, his luscious, goddamn enviable hair that had been making me crazy since I first met him.

“Isn’t something missing in that?” he asked, looking more wicked and evil than ever.

He was going to pay for this. I was going to make sure he did.

But right now, I was at his mercy.

I bit my lip as he kept toying with the tip of his tongue with my slit. I couldn't contain the groan that that provoked.

“Please?”

“Please, what, Dan?”

“Please, Andy, will you suck my cock before I die here?” I said, throwing pride to the wind.

And then the most unexpected thing happened.

He actually showed mercy.

And he did it by sucking the entirety of my dick in his mouth in one go and sucking.

Fuck.

That couldn’t be normal. It shouldn’t beallowedto have a mouth that felt as good as this.

Andy did as he promised. He sucked the life out of my dick, using his tongue and just the most perfect hint of evil teeth as he gave me the best blowjob of my life.

I didn’t even know how I was holding myself up still, it probably had to do with the vice grip with which Andy was holding me, like he would murder anyone that so much as tried to interrupt us right now and take me away from him.

I was now his favorite toy and he was not sharing.

The fantasy was a nice one, even if not true at all, but for a moment, I just allowed it to linger, to fill my senses, to make me harder as I held his hair tighter and watched him work. He dominated me with his mouth as I was only along for the ride, hoping not to be swallowed by the deadly tsunami that he was.

He was a storm, a hurricane, every deadly weather event joined into one, and he was obliterating me.

All too soon, I started feeling the orgasm rise up inside me, forming at my core, tightening my balls, and as if he was a fucking mind reader, Andy reached for them right then andsqueezedlike he wanted me to faint or something.

The sounds that came out of me didn’t feel human.

His eyes didn’t look away from me even as he sucked harder, used his tongue more, used his teeth to the pinnacle of cruel perfection, and then, just like he’d said before, he reached with his fingers to my taint where he pressed and tore the most intense orgasm of my life out of me.

I didn’t even have time to warn him that I was coming when my balls seemed to go up to my body and a keening noise burst out of my lips, come spilling out of me, and because he was a psycho dead set on ruining me, he sucked and sucked andsuckeduntil every drop and more was out.

Andy Jacobs had just ruined me forever, and my brain was too melted right now for me to even care about it.

My breaths were coming in heavy, my heart working overdrive when my hand started to loosen its death grip on his hair, and he finally got up, kissing me wildly, the faint taste of me still lingering on his tongue making my dick twitch stupidly as Andy grabbed onto my hair and all but tried to get me as close to him as physically possible. I reached for him and his dick, but Andy was already jerking himself off furiously between us before coming into his hand, groaning straight into my mouth.

I took all of it. I took his fevered kisses, the way his hand went up to my hair and pulled it tight, the way he was still dominating me, and the way my cock seemed to want to come back to life even after I’d just come.

My mind flooded with images of me getting on my knees for Andy, of him pushing me down and staring at me with those intense hungry eyes as he commanded me how he wanted it done.

Where the fuck did that come from?

I didn’t know–but Andy was still kissing me, languidly taking his time with my mouth, up until the point where there was a sound of something hitting the wall outside, making both of us freeze, which was when I became keenly aware of where we were, what we were doing, and what we’d just done.

I remembered that I was kissingAndy, not some stranger, not some woman.

My fuckingnemesis.

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