Page 19 of You Belong With Me

He shakes his head, placing one knee on the mattress. “Oh, no, baby. We’re not even close to being even,” he says darkly.

Reaching forward, he curls his long fingers around my ankle. With one rough tug, he pulls me forward, so my legs are dangling off the edge of the bed, and he’s positioned between my open thighs.

His large, muscled body is curved over mine, his eyes eating me up. He looks like he wants to rip me apart with his teeth, and I’m such a glutton for pain, I might just let him do it.

I arch my back, my sensitive nipples brushing against his chest, and that’s when I see something flicker in his eyes. Now I know I have him. He’s not as in control as he likes to think he is. He needs this as much as I do.

Grabbing my right breast, he squeezes while also pinching my nipple between the web of his thumb and forefinger. He pincheshard,and I squirm.

A sick smile spreads across his pretty-boy face. “I know what you’re doing,” he whispers harshly. “You think you can distract me with your pretty little tits.”

Okay, well, I wouldn’t exactly call them little but I’m not going to argue. Not when it looks like he wants to both fuck meandmurder me.

Pulling back, he looks down at my face—his eyes traveling over every goddamn freckle. His scrutiny makes my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I’ve had a shit day. I’ve been crying, I have no makeup on, and my skincare routine has been non-existent lately. I can only imagine the millions of little imperfections he’s focusing on right now, and it makes me feel more exposed than being fully naked if I’m being honest.

Abruptly, he grabs my face, squeezing as he pulls until I’m sitting up. He’s not gentle, and the pain my jaw is so intense, my eyes start to water. When he lets go, my hand flies to my jaw, and I message it.Goddamn.

He’s standing in front of me, his straining cock at eye level.

“Open your mouth,” he says, the words grating over his deep baritone.

I swallow and shake my head. His cock is too big, and I know for a fact, if I suck him off, two seconds in, my jaw will be screaming in pain.

He grabs my face again, his strong hand crushing it. “Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth.”

He releases my face with a flourish, and I do as I’m told, opening my mouth. Taking his cock in hand, he pushes the tip past my lips and down my throat. He’s so big, I’m already choking on him, gagging as he pushes as deep as he can go.

Threading his fingers through my hair, he cups the back of my head, preventing me from pulling away, forcing me to swallow him whole.

“Mmm.” A moan reverberates from somewhere deep in his chest. “That’s it, baby. Put that sharp tongue to good use.”

He allows me just enough freedom to pull back slightly, so I can slide my lips up the length of him, then back down again. Reaching up, I grip the base of his cock, my fingers moving with the same rhythm as my mouth.

Gripping my hair tightly, he moans again, his hips thrusting forward as my tongue explores him—to the veins snaking around his shaft, to the softness of the tip, and the salty taste of his pre-cum.

His groans intensify and the muscles in his thighs tremble as I take him faster, my eyes watering, saliva dripping down my chin, adding to the frenzied feeling that’s building in my veins.

This started as a punishment for me, but the joke’s on him because I feel more powerful than ever. This domineering bastard is at my mercy and that feeling is so fucking intoxicating, it makes me dizzy.

The head of his cock brushes the back of my throat as his hips thrust forward, and I have to pull back slightly so I don’t gag. He’s trying to set the pace, but I won’t let him. He gave me the control, and I’m taking it.

I slide my hand over his hard, muscled ass cheek, my fingertips digging into his skin. His hand tightens in my hair again, and he tugs so hard, I struggle to keep my mouth on his cock. Pinpricks of pain make my eyes water even more, but I’m so focused on devouring him, I hardly notice.

I like the pain. I’m starting to discover that pain intensifies sensation and heightens pleasure.

He moans, and my clit throbs. My legs are folded under me, and I adjust my body, so my center is pressed against my heel, adding delicious pressure to the bundle of nerves that are nestled between my highs.

His muscles tense under my hand as he groans loudly, his hips roll forward and back, fucking my mouth. I rock my own body in rhythm with his thrusts, the friction of my heel bringing me close to orgasm. I itch to reach down and rub my clit, but if I use my hand, I know he’ll try to stop me—he’s fucking cruel that way. The only way I’m getting off is if he doesn’t know.

My body rocks forward, then back, as I take him deeper into my mouth–as deep as he can get without triggering my gag reflex. His groans grow louder, and I can feel him slowly begin to lose control.

“Fuck, Wyn, your mouth feels like heaven,” he grates out, his head falling back. “Oh, yeah, take it. Choke on my cum.”

When he says that, my channel clenches, and my clit twitches. There’s something in the way his deep voice drags over those filthy words, strangled and tortured, that hits me hard.

I’m so close, and I know he is too, so I pull back a little and suck hard on the head of his cock before pushing back down, my fingers encasing him, tightening. That’s all it takes. His hips push forward in one final, powerful thrust. He stills and groans deeply as his shaft pulses, and he pours his cum down my throat.

I'm only a couple of seconds behind him. I swallow him down greedily as an orgasm hits me. Waves of pleasure roll through my veins, and I moan around his cock, sucking him hard as my body shudders. His hand tightens again in my hair as the remnants of his orgasm fade, and he pulls my head back, separating my mouth from his cock.

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