Page 98 of Finding Delaware

Will that make you love me?

His teeth sink into the sensitive skin beneath my lobe, causing a moan to escape my lips.

“Take off the snowsuit,” he barks harshly, backing up.

In a daze, I comply, reaching up to tug at the buttons. When I take too long due to shaking fingers, he hisses and practically rips at the suit until it puddles at my feet. Kicking it aside, I peer up at him from under my lashes, awaiting instruction. Because I’m not the one in control right now.

He takes me in, gaze tracking down my body until it lands on the bulge in my jeans. “Kneel.”

“W-what,” I stammer, and he growls angrily.

“You want my forgiveness?” His eyes are two black holes, utterly void of light. “Beg for it on your fucking knees, Taylor.”

My bones crack as I hit the ground. A sweat breaks out on my palms, anticipation mixed with fear zipping through my spine. Huck stands above me, arms crossed over his chest as his lips curl back.

“Shirt off.”

The command sends my fingers to the hem of my t-shirt, but I hesitate, pulse pounding in my ears. His brow quirks, curls falling over his forehead, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Huckslee look more dangerous.

There’s a warning in his voice that sends goosebumps over my skin. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Fuck, my cock has never been harder.

The shirt goes flying as I fight the urge to cross my arms. Not because I’m self-conscious about my body; I think I’m fucking sexy as hell. But I don’t think I’m ready for him to see the outline I have tattooed on me, right over my heart.

His gaze slides down my chest, pausing at my nipples which have hardened against the cold, before continuing over my abs and down to my dick that’s pressing against my zipper.Desire sparks in his eyes. He doesn’t seem to notice the tattoo, and I can’t tell if relief or disappointment makes me dizzy.

“Are you ready to beg?” Reaching down, he unsnaps the few buttons over the crotch of his snowsuit before undoing his pants. Moving closer, he stands inches from my face, yanking my head back by my hair. “Open those pretty lips for me.”

Heat floods my body, burning me up from the inside as my mouth falls open, fingers clenching on my thighs. He slowly pulls out his hard cock, and I can’t help the whimper that leaves my throat when I see it.

God, it’s exactly like I remember. Long and thick, with a vein running up the shaft, a bead of precum already pooling in the slit. Stroking it slowly, he watches me, my mouth open and ready.

“Fuck, Taylor,” he breathes, voice deep and husky, eyes shuttering. “I like the sight of you like this. Kneeling and waiting for my cock.”

Pulling me forward, he touches his tip to my lips, swirling it around until my tongue darts out to flick it. He hisses, salty pleasure exploding on my taste buds, the pressure in my jeans beyond excruciating. One hand flies to my belt while the other reaches up to wrap around his length, but Huck is having none of that.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Grabbing both my arms, he wrenches them above my head, pinning them against the counter with one hand. “You don’t get to touch me with anything other than your mouth, and you don’t get to touch yourself. If you need to tap out, flip me the middle finger.”

Goddamn, he’s turned me into a mess because a whine actually comes out of me, my hips bucking, the friction of mypants not enough. He smiles, dark and cruel, before shoving his cock between my lips without warning. It fills my mouth, my jaw widening painfully to accommodate his size, and when he hits the back of my throat, I gag.

“Fuuuck.” He groans as he keeps my face pressed against the rough material of his snowsuit, and I tug at my wrists, struggling to breathe. Another gag works its way out of me, saliva pooling at the corners of my mouth, my dick weeping.

Shit, how do women do this?

It’s not uncomfortable, at least not the feeling of him on my tongue, but he’s so far down my throat that I can’t even inhale through my nose. Dark spots fill my vision, his hand at the back of my head keeping me in place. Just when I think he’s going to let me pass out, he pulls back suddenly, a string of spit connecting my mouth to his cock as I suck in a wet gasp.

Growling in pleasure, Huck barely gives me a second to breathe before he pushes back in so deep and hard that tears spill onto my cheeks. He doesn’t hold me there for long, sliding out only to slam back in again and again, making me wince. His hand leaves the back of my head to grip the counter, pulverizing my tonsils as he fucks my face with savage force.

It’s vicious and brutal, the slick sounds of my mouth and our panting breaths filling the cabin. My shoulder screams from the angle he has it twisted in, his grip on my wrists so tight that my bones begin to protest. The skin on my lips feels raw from how it rubs against the snowsuit repeatedly. And I fucking love it.

I’m so turned on right now that I’m nearly spilling in my jeans at the small noises coming out of Huck. He’s gone completely feral, his self-control torn asunder, the real manbeneath the mask coming out to play. It’s a version of him that’s only for me, and no matter how messed up this situation is right now, I crave it. Even if my collarbone threatens to break again, like my heart.

“Is this what you wanted, Taylor?” He grits out, voice like gravel. “To be violated while someone takes away your choice to breathe?”

His cock slides to the back of my tongue as he goes still, a moan that I’ve obsessed over for years leaving his mouth. Hot cum pours down my throat. “Now you know what it’s like to drown.”

I groan around him, sticky wetness splashing against my leg as my own dick spills its release, the taste of Huck filling my mouth, leaking out of my lips as he milks every last drop from his cock.

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