Page 24 of Carnival
“Let’s put it to the test, shall we?” He muses, amusement dancing in his eyes. Defiance doesn’t falter from my expression, and I’m more than willing to take on his challenge.
He double-wraps the leather around his palm, pulling me forward as he rises to his feet, staring down at me with hunger in his eyes. Like a starved man, and I’m his last meal.
“Unzip my pants,’’ he commands. “With your teeth.’’
My mind goes blank, and before I can think about what I’m doing, I’m inching closer to his pants, licking my lips before taking the metal zipper between my teeth. I look up at him, pulling it down slowly.
His eyes are dark, filled with unspoken desire, and follow my every move carefully. The tension around us thickens, the air shifts, and I swear I can hear his heart beating rapidly. Or maybe it’s mine? Regardless, it’s pounding wildly, and I can’t think straight.
James cups my chin, pulling my bottom lip down again. “Stick your tongue out.’’
Without a thought, I obey, my tongue sticking out. He presses his thumb on it, tilting my head upward a bit more, then chuckles. “Even your mouth is perfect.’’
He releases my chin and takes the smallest step back, looking at me while pulling his cock out. I try my best not to look, but my curiosity gets the best of me, and my eyes dart forward, right in front of me.
It’s fucking thick, and I’m wondering how the hell I was able to take it in me twice without it being painful. He wraps his handaround the base, stroking it slowly a couple of times, precum dripping down. His tip is slightly curved, the veins on his cock making my mouth water a little.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,’’ he commands again, and I open my mouth as much as possible, tongue out.
He doesn’t give me a warning before shoving his entire length down my throat, yanking me by the belt forward. My eyes widen at the sudden impact, gurgling noises coming from the depth of my throat.
James just holds me there, groaning in a lower tone, his precum dripping right down my throat. His cock pulsates, heat spreading through my body. It’s vastly different from the time he took my virginity and from last night.
This time, I’m watching him, looking at his face, seeing the pleasure on his features.
“Fuck,’’ he hisses. “So fucking warm.’’
One of his hands grips the back of my head, and he looks down at me. “Now, be a good girl for me and let me use your throat.’’
Immediately, he starts thrusting in my mouth. I’m careful not to use my teeth, as I’ve heard it could be quite painful — and this is the first time I’m sucking someone’s cock.
The intensity of his thrusting doesn’t cease as the time goes on. If anything, it’s as if he manages to find more vigor and more greed and continues to fuck my mouth as if it were my pussy.
My lips tighten around his length, and as he moves, I try my best to suck, using my tongue to lick every inch I possibly can. James’ groans fill the room, his grip on my hair tightening. He yanks the belt tighter, cutting off my oxygen for a few moments.
I gag around his cock, choking on it as he rams it down my throat, keeping my head buried in his crotch.
“That’s it, hellion,’’ he groans. “Choke on my cock.’’
He pulls out of my mouth enough to let me breathe in before pushing back in. My eyes close, tears streaming down my cheeks. By now, I look like a mess — smudged mascara, saliva mixed with his salty precum dripping down my chin, and hair in a messy state from his constant gripping and pulling.
“I’m going to come in your pretty mouth, and you’ll swallow every single drop, am I clear?” He asks, and I manage a small nod.
He smirks. “Good girl.’’
James picks up the pace, fucking my mouth mercilessly, my jaw starting to hurt. Yet, I can’t deny the heat that spreads between my legs, my underwear wet beyond repair. My pussy throbs with need, and this whole experience makes me want more of him. To feel him inside me again — to taste every inch of his body.
James grunts, ropes of his thick cum filling my mouth. I start swallowing, making sure not a single drop is wasted. It tastes different from what I’ve imagined, though it’s not a bad thing. It’s salty, thick, and creamy, and I wouldn’t mind tasting it again.
I suck his cock, and James strokes my hair, breathing heavily as he watches me clean up his mess, with an almost loving expression in his eyes. He pulls out, tucks himself back in his pants, and with his thumb wipes the corner of my mouth, a small drop of his cum.
He stares at me as he pushes it back into my waiting mouth, and I suck his thumb, just like I did with his cock a moment ago.
“You did well,’’ he praises, and something in my chest bursts. “And… I hope you can forgive me for this.’’
My mouth turns into a frown. “What?”
James pulls his mask back on his face, then takes a syringe out of his pocket. Panic starts setting in me, my body immediately trying to get myself out of this small, stupid chair. He approaches me and before I can protest, a small pang flashes through my body, the needle pushed into the side of my neck.
