Page 168 of Defend Me

I kept going until I bumped into a bench. He leaned me back so that my shoulders rested on the seat, then he came around the other side of it. With my head hanging slightly off of it and his knee resting next to me, my mouth was at the perfect angle.

He brushed my lips with his dick and I parted them. My tongue reached out to stroke the top of his head. It made a shiver run through him. I wanted to keep going, but he didn’t seem to want me to be in control of anything right now. He needed to use me, to tear me apart, and afterward, I’d make sure he told me why.

Toxic shit, then healthy shit. That was our thing.

Slowly, he pushed into my mouth. He didn’t stop, even when I couldn’t draw breath for a while. When he withdrew, I coughed a little. Once I recovered, he buried himself as deep as he could go. His fingers wrapped around the front of my neck lightly, applying just enough pressure for him to feel the bulge there.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he said as he continued to move back and forth. “You’re going to let me fuck your throat until you’re a fucking mess. You don’t get to touch yourself.”

I made a sound, then he thrust into me hard.

“If you don’t do as I say, I might let you pass out. Then, we’ll just have to start over.”

My lips curved as much as they could. The intensity in his eyes reminded me that he really fucking enjoyed the way I let him own me.

“You want me to hurt you?” he asked through a groan. My chin dipped slightly. “Will you help me take away this shit in my head for a while?” I hummed around him. “Fuck, I need you to take my pain, baby.”

Grabbing onto either side of my neck, he held me in place while he thrust into my throat, again and again. The position made him reach so fucking deep and I took everything he gave me.

When I tried to touch my dick, he grabbed onto my hand and brought it above my head to his chest. I kept it there and every so often, I dug my fingers into him. It wasn’t when I couldn’t breathe or when he fucked my mouth harder. It was when he slowed down or gave me too little. I wanted more because I knew that was what he needed.

I let my head hang back further to demand everything he had. He gasped when I swallowed around the tip of his dick.

“Turn over,” he said.

I flipped onto my stomach, kneeling over the bench, then opened my mouth again. He made short movements, rubbing his shaft against my tongue.

“Fuck, Tilian. Fuck.”

A moan pushed through his pursed lips as I sucked on the tip of his dick. My tongue stroked underneath his head, pushing him to the brink of overstimulation judging by the way his legs shook. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and he thrust his hips a few more times until his dick swelled. He stopped moving, but I continued, forcing his mouth to fall open from the pure ecstasy of it.

“Don’t swallow.” My eyes narrowed and I wasn’t going to listen, but he tugged on my hair, pulling me off of his dick. Leaning down, he positioned his lips over mine. “Give it to me.”

He gripped my jaw until I opened my mouth and let him swipe the cum off of my tongue. With one finger, he motioned for me to turn onto my stomach. This time, there was no hesitation before I undressed and obeyed.

“Brooks,” I gasped when he yanked me backward, scraping my knees on the rough carpet.

Kneeling behind me, he spread me open and streamed spit and cum onto my asshole. He leaned forward and pushed it inside with his tongue.

“Fuck.”

“Don’t make a sound until my dick is inside you,” he said.

My forehead fell to the top of the bench. As he worked a couple of fingers into me, my breaths hitched and stuttered, but I was otherwise silent.

“Spit on it,” he demanded.

I twisted around and released spit onto his shaft. He grabbed onto my thighs and lifted me further onto the bench so my knees were on top of it and my hands were on the ground on the other side. I was all too aware of the fact that I’d probably end up on my face at some point.

Standing, he lined himself up with my ass, which was at the perfect height like this. He streamed more saliva onto it, then spread it around with his dick, making tight circles that had my legs trembling.

“I don’t know if this’ll be enough to make it smooth,” he noted. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

I shook my head and he laughed a little. He returned his fingers to my hole and thrust a few times to make sure I was ready. As soon as he removed them, he pushed his dick inside. Just like he told me I could, I let out a loud moan.

“God, Tilian. Your ass is so fucking tight.”

“More. Please.”

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