Page 6 of Unsettled
I comply without thought, my skirt billowing out around me as I gracefully lower myself. Jude grabs my hair and shoves my face into his rapidly hardening cock.
“I’m going to fuck your throat, and then maybe I’ll take your ass. The last person in there was a Martelli, and I want to see if he’s loosened that slutty hole…”
I whimper and reach for his belt. Jude’s fingers tighten in my hair, but while he lets me undo his belt and pants, he tugs harder when I reach to pull him out.
“I didn’t say you could do that.”
Looking up at him, I raise my hands and ask, “May I suck your cock, please?”
He stares down at me, his pale green eyes darkening. “Go ahead.”
I’m vibrating with excitement as I pull his dick out, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Using my hair as a handle, he pushes my face closer and I eagerly suck him in. Jude isn’t in the mood to go slow, as he thrusts his hips forward, forcing me to open my throat and swallow him down so I don’t choke. Good thing I’ve had lots of practice, and can deepthroat like it’s my fucking job—because as a toy, it is.
Without mercy, Jude fucks my mouth, sliding deep and holding it there until spots fill my vision, before finally pulling away and letting me breathe. I dig my fingers into the thigh of his good leg, my other hand resting in my lap. He waits a moment to see if I’m going to tap out, or if I’m okay with his game.
Unlike Tennant, he always makes sure I’m on board first before taking without giving. I might be a toy, but when acting as puppet master, Jude still has some leftover manners from when he used to play with unsuspecting twinks.
Me? I don’t need such a courtesy.
Looking up at him, I grin around the cock still in my mouth, digging my nails harder into his leg for emphasis.
Jude smiles—it’s not a nice look—before pushing back in.
Tears fall down my cheeks, as he doesn’t show any mercy, his cock making me choke and splutter as he hits the back of my throat over and over. He’s heavy on my tongue, and I keep my mouth tight every time he pulls out, lapping across the veins encircling his dick as he does. I get less time to breathe now, and I love it.
The heavy, foggy feeling in my head as I rapidly run out of air, the spots in my vision from tears and lack of oxygen… Everything he gives, I take, and I love every second.
Too soon, he pulls out, and I whimper.
“Shhh, on the desk, now. I need to fuck you.”
He helps me to sit on the edge of the desk, my skirt is pulled up around my waist as he strips me of my shoes, socks, and underwear. That’s as far as he goes in undressing me.
“Shirt,” I beg. “I need to touch you, undo your shirt.”
He laughs, but does as I ask. Shedding his jacket and removing his shirt shouldn’t take long, but Jude likes to fuck with me. He spends forever sliding each button through its hole, and if I didn’t want to come so badly with him inside me, I’d rip the damn thing off him, but I know that’s the fastest way to get him to stop everything.
Once he’s shirtless, he shoves his pants and underwear down further, kicking his shoes off and stepping out of one pant leg. The absurdity of him being almost completely undressed while I'm still almost fully clothed should make me laugh, but it onlymakes my heart pound and my dick ache. If I get cum on my skirt, I’m going to have to change, and the thought of walking through the house, wearing the evidence of what we did, makes me flush with excitement.
Jude doesn’t bother looking for the lube that we both know is stashed in the desk. He spits and coats his cock, before tugging at me, forcing me to brace my feet on the edge of the desk, with my ass hanging off. He doesn’t even pretend to prep me, we both know I don’t need it.
With one swift thrust, he enters me, and I cry out. I see him wince and reach for one ear, most likely turning the volume down on his hearing aids, but I don’t care. All that matters is his dick in me.
He fucks me like he needs me to live, and I feel much the same way, even as his cock hurts my unprepped and unlubed hole. I can’t help but push him, encouraging each punishing thrust. When I reach for him though, he grabs my wrists in one hand, pulling them above my head.
I gasp as he forces me down onto the desk. With his free hand, he throws my legs up over his shoulders, causing me to slide down the desk, and my hips and ass are no longer supported as he gets deeper. He holds my wrists against the hard wood of the desk, and I stare up at him, seeing nothing in his eyes except the desire to make me feel every inch of him.
I can barely breathe as he fucks up into me, his dick grazing across my prostate and making me leak pre-cum.
“Can you come on my cock, Tesoro Mio?” he asks.
I nod. “Ye–yeah… Please…”
He thrusts hard into me, hitting my prostate, and then just sits there. “Whyshould I let you come?”
“Because I’m yours.” I’m breathless, barely able to speak, but somehow, the baser parts of me that desire to give him whatever he wants, makes it so he can understand me.
