“Get on your fucking knees,slut,” he growled. He didn’t wait for me. Instead he let go of my throat, shoving me down. My knees cracked as they connected with the cold ground, my hip flaring in pain. Hissing in pain, I wanted to push him away. Punch him in the dick, but this was how we always were. Him forcing me to do what he wanted. Me fighting him when I secretly enjoyed it.
“Take me out,” he ordered. My hand trembled as I did as I was told. His cock was just as I remember. He was long, ten inches, and thick so it was a struggle to wrap my fingers around him. “Open those fuckable lips now.” Even the hint of playfulness was gone.
I had no choice but to lean forward, sucking on the tip. His hand tightened in my hair, his eyes never leaving mine as I took him further into my mouth. I didn’t stop until he hit the back of my throat. Gagging, I tried pulling back, but he didn’t let me.
“Breathe through your nose, Aziza.” Doing as he said, I ignored the feeling that I was choking. Taking him further down my throat, tears pooled in my eyes.
“Swallow,” he ordered.
Submissive to his commands, I took everything he gave me. Finally pulling back, my tongue traced along the bottom of his shaft. Hollowing my cheek, I sucked him back down. I moaned against him, loving the feeling of his length in my mouth.
“Ah there’s my good girl.”
I couldn’t stop myself as I reached between his legs, tugging on his balls as I took him back into my mouth. He moaned, low and deep as I played with his heavy balls. It brought me back to before he left.
“Even if you’re my submissive, you’re always in control. You control when it stops, you control me.”
I smiled around his cock, hollowing my cheeks again. I bobbed my head up and down, faster. His hands fell from my head, placing them on the wall in front of him. Holding himself up.
“Fuck, your mouth is heaven.” He moaned. His words just turned me on more, wanting to pleasure him further. Knowing I had this control over him, that I could make him cum down my throat.
I lifted my eyes to his. They were hooded as he begun thrusting into my mouth, fucking my face like we both wanted. My hands played with his balls, tugging them almost to the point of pain.
“Fuc-fuck, I’m going to cum.” He groaned.
His body tensed for a moment before relaxing, spouts of cum shooting down my throat. Killian’s salty taste was the same. I swallowed everything, cleaning him before letting his cock fall free with a pop.
Killian's eyes stayed on mine as he stepped back, tucking himself back into his pants. Reaching a hand out, he helped me to my feet. His thumb swiped across my bottom lip, a small smile on his lips.
Now a nice sane person would probably ask for water or apologize for the ruined computer on the floor.
But me? I counted to three, then did it two more times before walking to the front door. Before I left without saying anything, I turned. Killian still stood in the same spot facing me, his brows furrowed. As though he was confused on why I was leaving with a word.
“Mark’s cum tasted better.”
4
Killian
“Mark’scumtastedbetter.”Her words replayed over and over again in my head. I don’t know how long I must have stood there. Staring at the door like she was going to walk back through it and take it back. She wouldn’t have done that with him, would she?
She was fighting against him. There was no way, absolutely none. She had to be lying.
Right?
My brain couldn’t wrap around the words she’d said. One moment she was yelling at me, the next she was on her knees, reminding me what it was like with her. Then she was telling me he was better.
That she had another man's cock in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I growled. Grabbing my phone I pulled Zane’s contact up. I put it on speaker, going to my desk. Kicking my now destroyed laptop over, I sat down.
“Da?” he asked.
“Are you busy?” Typing away I looked into every Mark in the surrounding areas. I needed to find him, the one she claimed to have sucked.
“No, Salem is out with Mila.”Thank god.
“I’m going to need you,” is all I said before hanging up.