Page 54 of Vile Boys

When he finally pulls out, I suck in a breath.

“Again,” he says, pushing right back in, farther than before.

I can feel his piercings scrape along my throat, forcing me to swallow him down.

“Are you crying, little slut?” he muses, biting his lip. “I’m not even halfway in.”

I want to bite. Hard.

“Ah-ah. No teeth.” He tilts my chin up and makes me look at him and the glinting knife in his hands. “Remember this little friend? Hurt me, and I hurt you.”

So I stop resisting as he slowly enters me, and my tongue wraps around his length, touching every barbell as they go down, but I still struggle with every inch.

I’ve never done this before.

Never.

But I would rather die than admit that to anyone, let alone a devil like him.

“Take it deep. I know you can do it,” he says.

When he finally pulls out, I heave and gasp for air. “I can’t.”

He pushes back in again, forcing me to take him deeper with every thrust.

“Yes.”Thrust. “You.”Thrust. “Can.”

Before I know it, he’s in to the base, and I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.

But the worst part about it all isn’t my lack of oxygen.

It’s the fact my pussy can’t stop throbbing.

What is wrong with me?

He pinches my nose shut. “How does it feel, Crystal? Does my cock make your pussy clench with need?” He leans back to touch me, dipping his finger inside, and my thighs clench against his arm as he pulls out a finger covered in wetness.

“So goddamn wet for me,” he murmurs. “I wonder how much wetter you can get.”

When he finally releases my nose, I suck in a much-needed breath, only to be overcome by the giant hard-on inside me. He thrusts into my mouth much faster, allowing me no time to catch my breath as he forces me to take more and more of him. I look around to catch my bearings, but he grips my chin.

“Keep your eyes only on me. I want you to imprint this face on your retina so you’ll see me instead of him every time you make yourself come.”

Is that what this is about? Rivalry?

He groans wildly and buries himself inside me to the hilt while thrusting two fingers into my pussy.

“Oh fuck,” he moans.

That’s when I feel it.

Thick ropes of cum shoot down my esophagus. I can taste his saltiness on the back of my tongue as it keeps coming.

I’m helpless to resist because he’s pinched my nose shut again and growls, “Swallow. All of it.”

I push my tongue against the ridges of his shaft, the barbells scraping along my throat as I swallow down the salty cum, the same cum that was on my window, now inside me.

When he finally pulls out, I heave and cough out my lungs, trying to suck in the oxygen. Cum and saliva dribble down my chin and my cheeks. But the worst part about this all is that I can still feel my pussy throb, waiting, wishing for more.

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