Page 139 of Did They Break You

It feels good, making him feel good.

It feels strangely powerful too. I always thought of sucking dick as a favor, but getting to hear his low groans, his whispers of my name… I feel like I’m floating.

Like I’m high on more than weed.

Suddenly, his grip is harsher than before and he dips his chin to stare at me as I whimper from the way he’s pulling my hair.

My nails dig into his hips, hard enough to draw blood, but I don’t push away. I just want to hurt him like he’s hurting me.

He smiles. “Too much?” he taunts me, arching a brow. But his chest is heaving, his knuckles white as he keeps holding his shirt up. He thrusts his hips, angling his cock further back into my throat.

I can’t breathe.

I rake my nails deeper into his skin.

“Scared now, Remi?”

Spots pop in front of my eyes, but I’m not scared. There’s something strange about floating this line of consciousness. And maybe it’s weird, and maybe I shouldn’t like it but I kind of do.

He angles his hips more, and those spots become splotches, big and white and obscuring my vision of his granite eyes.

His hand comes to my jaw as his shirt falls. “Don’t pass out, Remi,” he says, his voice angry. “You asked for this. You’re going to finish it.” And just as my grip on his hips loosens because I don’t think I can take it anymore, he pulls out, letting me gasp for breath.

But not for long before he’s pushing into my mouth again, and I flick my tongue on the underside of his shaft, the piercing hitting his ridged skin.

“Goddamn, Remi,”he moans, and a second later, I taste something thick and salty on my tongue, in the back of my throat. His grip isn’t so painful, but he’s still holding my jaw as he comes, sucking in a breath and groaning as he does.

He doesn’t taste bad, and as he pulls out, I swallow all of him down.

He’s panting as he watches my throat bob, his thumb running along my bottom lip. “Fuck,” he swears under his breath.

I start to wipe the back of my hand over my mouth, but he slaps it down. “No,” he says, his voice stern.

I drop my hand, freezing.

“Let me keep looking at you before you wipe this all away.”

My cheeks warm as he turns my head to one side, then the other, but I don’t say anything, keeping my hands on my thighs.

“Stick out your tongue,” he says as he lets go of my braids, pulls up his boxers and his pants, shifting his hips.

Slowly, I do as he asks.

He leans down close to me, then he runs his tongue down the length of mine, over the metal piercing, probably tasting himself on me.

I tense, my entire body warm.

He tastes good, fresh. Minty.

When he pulls back, just slightly, I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but then he spits. In my mouth.

My breath catches.

He grips my jaw again, hard. Not enough to hurt, but enough that I’m paying attention as he stares at me, still leaned down close.

“Swallow that, too. I don’t want the taste of those fuckers in your mouth.” He kisses my lips, roughly, and long enough that when he finally pulls away, his hand still on my face, my mouth feels swollen. “Happy birthday, baby.”

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