Page 70 of Contention

Recall.

A strange visual flashes into her head, there and gone. The limo. Hazy. Fuzzy and crude. A bruising grip on her jawline. No, she can’t recall the weight of him on her tongue, or if he forced her to deepthroat him until he came inside her belly.You want to experience what you can’t remember.

You want to take control again. You want the memory to be invalidated.

Horny and disturbed by herself, Kara arches, pressing her chest against his cock, watching the way his throat works in excitement. His breathing goes shallow when her fingers dance across the silken flesh. She cradles him between her mounds and stares up at him in a way that has him going still, his mind seemingly blanking with simple animal arousal. His eyes are midnight now, shadowed with lust. His cock twitches on her soft flesh, eager. Desperate. Precum wets her skin, glistening on her tits in a way that makes him lick his lips.

In this moment, she’s finally captured him. Her lips curl.

He must see some sort of glee, or triumph, in her gaze, for his eyes suddenly narrow. “Suck,” he says thickly.

“Are you going to make me?” She loves to push his boundaries.

Fingers at her jawline, tight. A hiss, teeth sharp and white in the dark of the room. “Is that what you want?” He kneels over her chest, closer within reach of her mouth. His cock nudges her lips, painting them with precum. “Open for me, baby girl.”

Kara keeps her mouth shut in rebellion until he digs his fingers into her jaw, forcing her to open. The broad head of his flesh slides against her open lips, dipping in.

She presses her tongue to his slit before taking him in, swirling and tasting. Suckling loudly. He likes the messiness of it, the noise. Calais throws his head back and groans deliciously, full of filth. Bit by bit, Kara swallows him down, playing with it slightly, poking the head into the corners of her mouth, letting her teeth dangerously graze his sensitive flesh.

When she glances upward, he’s staring down at her with his eyes half-lidded, need on his face. “Look at you, naughty girl,” he utters softly. “You were made to take cock, weren’t you?”

His breathing is getting heavier and Kara can feel the throb of his heart on her tongue. Vaguely, she envisions biting down, watching him shriek in agony. Blood and violence. She refrains.

“But, do you know how to choke on it?” He continues darkly, something dangerous coming to his tone.

You want to experience what you can’t remember.

Kara expected this to happen, but it doesn’t mean she’s ready for it when it does. He forces himself down the back of her throat, causing her to gag violently at the sudden intrusion. When she realizes she can’t breathe, she panics, throat convulsing around his cock.

“Hush,” he whispers lowly, thick and horny. “You’re not dying.”

They struggle this way for a few minutes, him fucking her throat, holding her jaw roughly as he takes his pleasure. Everything seems hazy, prickly and black with panic and fear as Kara tries to tell herself that breathing through her nose is just fine, that he’s enjoying this far more than he has any right to, considering she’s having such a tough time with it.

Calais tilts his head back again, groaning. “I could fuck your throat for hours. Look how upset you are.Fuck.”

His enjoyment of the act keeps desire in her belly, despite the panic in her breast. When he finally pulls out of her mouth, he looks wild, panting like he’s been running for miles. “Enough of that,” he says suddenly, on edge, precarious.

Without any preamble, he roughly yanks her hips further down the bed and pushes himself inside in a smooth thrust, leaving Kara gasping for air, broken into mental pieces ofoh. He makes a noise of vicious satisfaction. Kara is shaking around him, mouth open in shock, her channel throbbing with the sudden penetration.

Need, euphoria, friction, a spiral of desire dropping from her belly into her core.

The stretch takes getting used to, but he doesn’t give her any time, his hips working. She feels full to the brim, burning, completely consumed and owned by him as he delves deeper. Instinctively, she sinks her teeth into his neck and he hisses, “Harder. Fucking bite me, you bitch.”

Her nails claw into his shoulders.

With a snarl of her own, snapping her hips upward to meet his, she clenches her jaw hard, harder than she ever would for anyone else. Kara can feel the muscles in his neck twitching in response and he groans. She wants to tear him apart, even as her insides quiver with delight.

Fuck, it must hurt, Kara muses with a dark sort of glee, imagining her teeth tattooing the space between his neck and shoulder. He should be able to hide it under the collar of a button-down shirt, but he won’t be able to hide from it in the mirror.

Nor will he be able to hide from the ache in his muscle whenever he moves his neck. He’ll think of her, of this very moment, of him buried deep inside of her, fucking her open on his cock while she digs into him with equal fury.

She’ll claw into his soul and leave a goddamnscar.

After a few hard strokes, he pushes her halfway onto her stomach, lifting her leg to his hip, slipping back inside shallowly. Kara clenches down on him hard, feeling that same, intense sensation that she can’t hold back. The orgasm that goes beyond an orgasm, the sensation that’s just too much as he angles himself in this same, precise way. “Oh, God,” Kara gasps, fingers clenching the sheets.

Kara wants to scream, hates herself for enjoying this so thoroughly.

She barely realizes that he’s been holding her down this whole time, his free hand forcing her combined wrists down as he humps into her from behind, her leg up over his hip. “Shi…I’m going to…” Kara practically whines with a sort of breathless panic.

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