Page 29 of Choke

“No.” I say firmly, “If you’re scared of a little pain, this ends now.”

I pull my cock out of my pants, slowly rubbing up and down the stiff shaft.

Her eyes fall to it, then back to my face. She shakes her head and settles down on the hardwood floor.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” I demand.

She swallows and does as she’s told, her tongue trembling slightly as it extends.

I lean in close, whispering, “Don’t move. I’m going to fuck your face.”

I can see the saliva pooling in her mouth, and my heart rate kicks up, anticipating her appearance in about two minutes. Fisting my cock a little more, enough for a bead of pre-cum to form at the tip, I push it onto her tongue. Allowing her a moment to savor it before I press closer.

Her lips close around me, and her eyes flutter as I inch toward the back of her throat.

Absolutely fucking not.

I pull back, entirely out of her mouth and out of her reach. She nearly topples forward as she tries to follow me. Her eyes pop open and find mine. I shake my head slightly. Tsking her.

“Eyes on me, Alice. Do not close your eyes.”

She nods, tongue still sticking out, the first drops of drool falling onto her thighs. Maybe we wouldn’t be where we are if she’d always been like this. I press my dick back into her mouth, holding eye contact with her as I push it all the way to the back of her throat. When I hit resistance, I grab the back of her head.

“Breathe through your nose, Alice,” I instruct before pushing past the resistance, her throat constricting tightly around me. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity up my spine, and I fist her hair tighter.

Her eyes go wide, and her body heaves with a gag. She can barely take it; tears fill her eyes, but she doesn’t pull back.

I move my dick in and out, fucking her throat slowly at first. Watching the drool pour out of her mouth and all over her legs. Her hands are on top of her legs, and they flex as she works to stay still, leaving little white circles around the areas where the tips of her fingers dig into her thighs.

“That’s it,” I groan, “Good girl.”

Her mascara runs down her face as the tears intensify. I pull out enough for her to take a deep breath. Her coughs fill the room.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my tone deceptive in its softness as I give her a moment to gasp for air.

She shakes her head no. Desperation all over her face.

“I’m going to go harder. Show me what a good girl you are, Alice.”

I place my hand on the back of her head and enter her mouth slowly, pushing in. When her nose hits my groin, I pause. When her shoulder relaxes slightly, I take that as my sign. With my other hand holding both sides of her head, I pull my cock out before slamming it back in with force. In and out, in and out. Picking up speed as my pleasure grows.

Snot runs from her nose, her cheeks are black with mascara, and her thighs are so slick with drool that her hands slip from the places they were grabbing onto for leverage. She’s never looked better. I can’t help but imagine Lex in this position. Her dark hair a mess, her full lips wrapped around me. I pull myself back to this moment. To Alice. I owe her my attention.

“You’re such a mess,” I growl, my pace quickening. “But you’re taking it so well.”

I could stop. I could flip her over and fuck her. One final fuck. But I don’t care enough to give her that. I wanted to talk, but she threw herself at me. So, I continue with relentless force. Her chest heaves, body shakes as she gags around my dick. The movement adds to the sensation, and it’s not long until I feel that familiar tightening low in my gut.

I thrust in hard and deep, holding her against me, coming down her throat, and forcing her to swallow. I tilt my head back as I finish. Her body shakes against me. Looking down, I see her eyes still fixed on me, tears streaming down her cheeks.

When I finally pull out, she falls onto her hands and knees. She gasps and coughs, and the surrounding floor is a mess of drool and snot.

I tuck my dick back into my pants and fasten my belt. Moving back to the loveseat, I fall onto it and splay my arms across the back. The room is silent except for her ragged breaths and the radio in the kitchen, playing Creep by Radiohead quietly. Alice remains on her hands and knees, her hair a tangled mess. She doesn’t look at me.

“Alice,” I call her gently, an inviting look on my face.

Her head lifts slowly, her gaze meeting mine. She’s a wreck—her makeup smeared, her cheeks streaked with tears, her lip swollen from where I bit her. I can’t help but smile. She looks beautiful and hopeful as if this one act could have altered our course. I harden my expression before she can latch on to the wrong idea.

“This is over,” I say. My voice is steady and cold. “Sell the house.”

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