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Needing more.

His cock brushed my lips and I opened my mouth for him. I took him deeper until he hit the back of my throat.

My eyes watered. I choked around him and started to pull back, but his hand grabbed hold of my head, keeping me in place. The gentle force sent a shock of pleasure through me. I liked that he was forcing me to take his cock deeper. I liked being touched this way.

Spit dripped down my chin. Panic set in for a moment, but he gave the back of my head a gentle tap.

“Calm down. Breathe through your nose.”

I felt like I was falling, falling, falling. But, I did what he told me to, making myself relax. Breathing through my nose.

I was a fucking mess. People were watching me do this.

He pulled back, releasing me.

“Good girl,” he praised. “See? You're starting to get it.”

I gasped for air, tears rolling down my cheeks. I wiped away the spit on my chin, panting as I met his gaze once more.

I imagined that he loved me.

How fucked up was that?

I couldn’t tell anyone about us. I couldn’t do that without risking my reputation and career. People would tear into me if they knew I was with a man so young.

And yet…

“I'm yours,” I rasped.

He nodded. “Mine to use for the night, however I please.”

“Yes—”

My words were clipped as he thrust back into my mouth. He was far more relentless this time, pumping in and out, hitting the back of my throat each time. My hands slid up his thighs and then around his hips, nails digging into his firm ass as he fucked me faster.

All of my resistance had fallen away. Like the wings melting off Icarus as he flew too close to the sun, plunging me into a hell that I wanted to burn in.

I loved being used.

I loved being fucked.

This was the exact type of connection I was told was bad. That it was sinful. Too much. Too twisted, too dark.

It was none of those things.

It was holy. It was pure. It was a basic human instinct, being fulfilled in a consensual way. There was nothing wrong with wanting someone so much that I was on the cusp of coming just from having my throat fucked in front of strangers.

My pussy pulsed. Need rolled through me as I reached down between my spread thighs, circling my clit through my panties as he kept fucking my mouth.

So close. So close.

“You’re a natural,” he rasped.

I wanted to ask him if I was a good slut. If I was his good slut. Instead, I kept taking his cock, thinking about the way his fingers felt inside me earlier. Thrusting them in and out while strangers walked by. Stroking his cock in the middle of a crowd while watching others fuck.

They had no shame. No hang-ups around not being good enough.

I wanted that. I wanted to be so drunk on lust that I could let go of everything holding me back.

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