Page 37 of Cruel Riches

I wasn’t going to fight him. I knew better than that.

With shaky hands, I reached for the front of his pants and slowly undid his belt. I could already see the hard bar of his erection through the fabric. “Suck,” he growled, glaring down at me.

Humiliation swept through me in waves as I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Someone could decide to leave the party any minute now, and the first thing they’d see would be me in the gazebo, blowing the campus king like a pathetic groupie.

But I didn’t have a choice. Nate had made sure of that.

I looked up at him one last time, hoping against all hope that this was just a vicious joke after all.

There was no mercy in his gaze. No compassion. Only cold cruelty. “I told you to suck my cock, Alexis,” he growled, pulling on my hair again.

I lowered my head and took his long, hard length in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked. Every few seconds, I flicked my tongue over the head, making him groan. I didn’t want to make him feel good, but at the same time, I figured there was more of a chance that he’d actually delete the video afterwards if I made sure it was the best damn blowjob he ever got.

I swallowed him deeper and deeper as he roughly thrust into my mouth. Saliva leaked from the sides of my lips and dripped down my chin, and tears trailed down my cheeks and mixed with it, making me feel even more ashamed. If someone saw me right now, they’d be horrified by how much I was letting this man humiliate me just to keep myself out of jail.

“That’s it,” Nate groaned, fucking my face harder now. I almost gagged, but I didn’t stop. “Oh, fuck. I knew you’d be good at this. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

I didn’t reply. I just kept sucking and licking. I even played with his balls, cupping them gently with one hand and letting my nails gently stroke over the sensitive skin.

“Stop,” Nate said a moment later. I thought it was over, but instead he pulled me up and pawed at my dress. “Get this off. I want to see you bare.”

“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “Anyone could come out and see.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Take it off.” He squeezed one of my breasts. “I want to see these, and I want to see your pussy.”

I did as he said, slowly and shakily. When my dress was on the cold floor of the gazebo, I slid my lacy thong panties down over my knees.

“No bra. I’m not surprised,” Nate muttered, sliding one hand between my legs. “You really are a little slut.”

A jolt of electricity shot through me as the pads of his fingers found my clit. My core ached and pulsed, silently screaming for more, and I almost cried as Nate’s lips curved up in another smirk.

“I bet you’re wet for me,” he said, sliding one finger up to my entrance. I knew it was soaked before he said another word.

I tried to tell myself that it was just a physical reaction that I couldn’t control, but torrents of guilt streamed through me anyway. He was right earlier. I was a slut. There was something very wrong with me for getting turned on by a guy like Nate in a situation like this.

“I fucking knew it,” Nate said, pulling his hand away and pushing me back down to my knees. “You soaked my fingers, slut.”

He made me suck his fingers clean, and then he forced his cock back between my lips, burying his swollen length in my throat. I could feel him throbbing as he grunted, thrusting in long, hard movements, and I whimpered and closed my eyes, praying for it to end soon.

Nate slapped my left cheek, making my eyes snap open. Then he moved his hands to his belt and yanked it out of the loops on his pants. He wrapped it around my neck and pulled it tight, making me choke and sputter.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “That’s fucking it. You better be ready to swallow my cum, little slut.”

I let out a moan, but the sound was barely audible with his cock still in my mouth. He pulled back and thrust one more time. Then he groaned loudly, spilling salty spurts into the back of my mouth.

When he was done, he removed the belt and let me stand up. With trembling arms, I hurriedly pulled my clothes back on, not even daring to look at him. I was too ashamed. Not because I was covered in tears and strings of saliva, but because I was still wet. I could feel myself pulsing and throbbing beneath my underwear, empty and desperate.

“I’m deleting the video now,” Nate said, showing me his phone. True to his word, he put the video in the trash folder, which he emptied as well.

“That was really the only copy?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now we’re even,” I said. “So you can stay the fuck away from me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Even?”

“Yes.” My eyes narrowed, and I wiped my chin and glared at him. “You got your blowjob, and I got that video removed from your phone. So we’re square.”

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