Page 51 of Snow Bound

Any wider and she was going to look like a carp gulping for air, she thought, annoyed, but obediently stretched her mouth as wide as it would go.

“Now hold still,” he said and shoved his dick into her mouth.

He hit the back of her throat, making her gag, and she instinctively reared back. His hand moved, quick as a snake, to the back of her head to hold her in place. “I said don’t move.”

Eyes watering, throat convulsing around him, she fought to bring the panic under control. He pulled out and she sucked in a desperate breath, not realizing she’d closed her mouth until he slapped his dick against her lips. “Open.”

Breathing hard, she looked up at him. Eyes gleaming like blue ice, his expression like stone, he raised one eyebrow expectantly.

She sucked in a bracing breath and obeyed.

He skull fucked her.

The leisurely, sensual blowjob she’d had in mind was nowhere in sight, in its place was a frenzied, almost violent face fuck that had spit and snot rolling down her face, her eyes blurry with tears. She twisted her fingers together behind her back, hanging on for dear life as she tried to time her breathing with his pumping dick. He had both hands on her head now, controlling how she moved, when she moved, and it was almost as much of a fight to stay relaxed in his grip as it was to breathe.

“That’s it,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the gluck-gluck-gluck of his dick plunging into her throat. “Give me your throat.”

Give? she thought wildly as tears streamed down her face and drool dripped off her chin. There was no give, just take, and the utter helplessness of the moment was shockingly, overwhelmingly arousing.

He’d barely touched her, hardly acknowledged her as he fucked her throat like it was a Fleshlight or his own fist. He was focused on his own needs, showing no regard for her pleasure or comfort, and only yesterday she’d have said, with confident certainty, that such a scenario didn’t appeal to her in the slightest. But her pussy was making a liar out of her, so wet she could only be grateful she’d spread a blanket over the sofa cushions, and her nipples were hard.

“I think I’ve figured out how to keep you from sassing me,” he said and she looked up, straining to see past the flapping fly of his jeans to his face. He was smirking, dimples winking and eyes gleaming with triumph.

She gurgled a laugh—the best she could do under the circumstances—and a spasm crossed his face. “Do that again,” he ordered and she did, vibrating her throat around his dick.

He tightened his grip on her hair, making her scalp sting, and his hips pumped faster. She let out a sputtering cough, spurring him on. “Yeah, choke on it,” he ground out, shoving his dick so far down her throat his balls brushed her chin. He held it there, cutting off her air, the spasms of her throat battering his invading dick. “Fuck, that feels good.”

He dragged himself free and she sucked in a breath, then he was back, holding himself deep again before letting her breathe once more. The pattern repeated over and over, choking her on his dick until panic began to lick at the edges of her mind, then he’d pull free just long enough for her to suck in some oxygen before doing it again.

“Gonna fucking come,” he ground out, the words dim and distant through the ringing in her ears. “Right down your throat.”

She would’ve cheered if she had the breath, would have sped up the blowjob if she’d had any control. Since she didn’t, all she could do was hang on while his dick pummeled her already bruised throat and drool continued to drip down her chin. His movements were getting jerky and uncoordinated, his grip on her hair vicious.

“Look at me,” he demanded, jerking her head back. His dick slipped out of her mouth, slapping wetly against her chin. He untangled one hand from her hair to shove it back in while she blinked up at him with streaming eyes. “Look at me when I come in your mouth.”

She struggled to keep her eyes open, her aching neck tilted back. His dick hit the roof of her mouth, the angle wrong to get back down her throat, but that didn’t stop him.

“Suck it,” he commanded, jerking the slick shaft with a tight fist, bumping against her chin. “That’s what you wanted. Suck it.”

Her jaw ached like a bad tooth, but she curled her tongue around him and hollowed her cheeks, sucking as hard as she could.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” he commanded, his eyes glittering like blue fire, then a groan rumbled up from his chest and his dick jerked in her mouth and he came.

She swallowed fast, gulping to keep up. Some dribbled out past the seal of her lips, dripping down her chin, his cock, his hand while she stared up at him, her eyes locked on his until finally, he pulled his spent dick free of her mouth.

She sat, panting and blinking residual tears from her eyes while he tucked himself away and zipped his jeans. “Stand up.”

She stood on legs gone weak and shaky with lust, then let out a gasp when he bent, put his shoulder to her belly, and hoisted her over his shoulder.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Put me down, you big ape!” she howled.

“Big ape?” He clucked his tongue and started up the stairs. He paused briefly to snag the bag he’d dropped by the stairs when she was pretending not to notice him, then continued up. “You are just racking up the bad girl points. Your poor ass.”

“Poor ass, my ass,” she muttered and made him grin.

“This will go a lot easier on you if you behave and take your punishment like a good girl,” he said mildly, and waited for the explosion.

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