Page 118 of I Will Break You

I part my jaws.

“More!”

My breath quickens, and my heart beats in its cage like a trapped hummingbird. I haven’t given anyone fellatio in years. Out of instinct, my gaze darts around the chamber. I’m looking for the usual hallucination that appears whenever I try to get intimate with a man, but the room is empty.

I suppose my brain is too overwhelmed with the threat of this apex predator. That, and the threat of what he plans to do with the extension cable.

Xero grabs my jaw in a punishing grip. “Do you want this cock in your mouth or not?”

“Yes,” I say, the word muffled.

He wraps the thick extension cord around my throat, twisting its ends around my neck. It’s both a collar, a noose, and a leash.

My traitorous pussy clenches and throbs, wanting Xero to pound into me from behind while tugging the cable until I choke.

“Then open wide,” he says.

I practically have to unhinge my jaw to accommodate his girth.

Xero slides his fingers into my mouth first, seeming to test my reflexes. As their tips reach the back of my throat, I gag but force myself to relax. He tilts his head, scrutinizing my reactions withan intensity that makes my heart flutter. The hand wrapped around the extension cord twists, pulling me closer to my prize.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, as if I’ve earned the right to take his cock.

Sliding out his fingers, he replaces them with his bulbous crown. The cold metal of his Prince Albert piercing glides against my tongue, and I moan as he fills my mouth.

His hips jerk forward, pushing more of him into the warm cavity of my throat, and a guttural groan rumbles from his chest.

“Fuck, little ghost, you feel so good.”

Humming around my mouthful, I squeeze my thighs together, wanting to create a little friction.

“That’s right, baby. You like that, don’t you?”

I’m so full that my eyes water, and when I blink, tears roll down my cheeks. My mind dredges up the picture Xero sent me of Kayla, choking to death from deep-throating that humongous dildo.

Is this how I’m going to die? Will he bring out a camera and capture me in the throes of death? Panic grips my chest, and I gag.

He threads his fingers through my hair and murmurs, “Take it easy. Breathe through your nose.”

Nodding, I relax my throat and focus on bringing oxygen into my nostrils, and let Xero guide my head along his length.

He fucks me at a steady pace, and my jaw aches from accommodating his girth. Arousal floods my pussy as I surrender to his control.

I want more.

I want to free my arms and slide my fingers over those shaved balls. I want to swirl my tongue over his crown and make him shiver. I want to reach between my thighs and rub my clit to give myself an explosive climax. But my wrists are bound too tightly, and all I can do is take his cock.

The cable constricts, sending a thrill of excitement straight to my core. My pulse pounds so hard that its vibrations reach my clit. This reminds me of the mornings he called to talk dirty and made me fuck myself with the dildo, only a thousand times better. I don’t need to use my imagination or rely only on his intoxicating voice.

Drool slips from the corners of my mouth, down my chin, and settles on my bare breasts. I close my eyes, not wanting to think of how messy I look with my face covered in tears and saliva.

“Eyes on me,” he growls with a tug of the extension cord.

My gaze snaps up to meet those impossibly pale irises.

His jaw is clenched tight, his eyes burning with lust as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.

I blink away the tears and focus on my breathing. This is so degrading and humiliating, yet I can’t get enough.

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