Page 26 of Nodus Tollens
“Sorry, babe. I don’t invite chicks in.” I confessed, and she scoffed. Despite her icy glare, her hands still roamed over my heaving chest, then slowly made her way up to my face, where she cupped my cheek.
“Tell me how I can make you feel good.” She breathed against my neck as her other palm rubbed back and forth over my thick erection. I could barely contain the groan that lingered at the crown of my throat, and when it finally did escape, she dropped onto the ground and landed on her hands and knees between my legs. My dark, hooded eyes took her in, focusing on her bottom lip that was trapped underneath her top teeth as she eyed the bulge in front of her. She looked fucking starved for me, drooling over my cock like she couldn’t wait to feast on it.
“Take it out.” I demanded roughly. Following my order, she pulled me out, letting my cock spring free from its confines. A soft moan fell past her lips as she admired my length appreciatively, but I didn’t let her eyes linger for too long before I circled my hand around the back of her head. “You know why you’re here, right?” I asked, tugging on the dark hair that was tangled in my grasp.
Nodding, she didn’t bother to lift her eyes from my cock to acknowledge my question. “To use me.” She tried leaning forward to take me into her mouth, but I quickly stopped her.
They were always so impatient.
Bending low, I put my face centimeters in front of hers. “That’s right.” I tilted her head back, causing a breathy moan to escape. “You’re here because I’m in a shitty mood and angry. Real fuckin’ angry, and I plan on taking it out on that sweet mouth of yours.”
If she knew anything about me, she knew I wasn’t gentle. On the ice, off the ice, I was a beast. Large and too fucking big. I took and took until there was nothing else left to take.
“I want it.” She begged as her tongue stroked across her bottom lip seductively. “I want you to cum down my throat.”
“Then open your mouth wide if you want this.” I grunted, pulling her head toward me, hovering her lips over my cock. “And make it good.” Her eyes sparkled, and then she greedily leaned forward and swallowed me whole. I was thrust headfirst into the wetness of her mouth and the perfect amount of suction as her cheeks hollowed to take me in. Drawing a long breath from me, I let the movements of her tongue on the tip of my cock coax me into relaxation. Up and down, she guzzled me down as I set the pace with my grip on her head. The need to piston myself into her grew more and more, but I kept the momentum steady. With my back firmly pressed against the side of the house and my corded neck bent, peering into the gazillion voyeuristic stars, I let the suction of her mouth tame the fuckin’ beast inside me. Though outside, where anyone could see us, we were tucked away into a vast shadow cast from the house. But now I’ve begun to think, I should’ve brought this chick inside because the loud muffled moans that were vibrating off my cock were enough to wake the whole neighborhood. Exaggerated and too fuckin’ sloppy, I found myself softening in her mouth. Glancing down with an annoyed groan, I hoped watching her take my dick would ignite something within, but instead, her dark hair made my stomach churn.
Blonde. That’s all I wanted to see. The brightest, sun-kissed shade that reminded me of an ocean’s sunset.
Dammit.
Always her. Always fucking her on my goddamn mind now.
“You’re so big in my mouth.” The chick at my feet moaned as she dragged her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip. In the haze of the night, it was hard to make out her features, but even then, I knew it wasn’t her. She ruled every damn thought in my head. Fucking ruined every encounter I had with a woman because all I could see was her.
I hated the hold she had on me. Especially now, when my impending orgasm stalled, and a feral growl ripped from my throat. Tipping my head back, I slammed my eyes shut and imagined blonde. The only way I knew how to cum now. So, unwrapping my fist from her hair, I used both palms and flattened them on each side of her head until I knew she was firmly in place for what I was about to do. Then drawing my hips back, I surged myself deep into the tight heat of her mouth. With each rough thrust, I brutalized her throat. I took out every ounce of frustration I had on her. I was angry at Hayes, angry at the fact a simple blowjob was nearly an almost impossible task now, and mostly angry at myself for being so screwed up.
Her small body looked so vulnerable at my feet, so damn breakable, like my Hulkish size would annihilate her. My cock twitched at the thought, but it wasn’t enough to push me over the edge. I wanted amber eyes staring up at me. I wanted to memorize the placement of every freckle that coated her face as she perfectly took me in her mouth.
“Fuck.” I growled, feeling the tip of my dick smashing the back of her throat as my fantasy began to assist me. Purring around my flesh, I imagined gentle kisses being placed down the side of my dick, then, when her lips made it to the tip, she’d swirl her tongue lightly around the soft skin.
Gentle kisses? What the fuck, Mal? Just fill her fucking throat already and leave.
Shaking off the ridiculous thoughts, I powered through and drove myself further and further to the edge. Focusing on her mouth and the vacuum-like suction on my dick, I felt the telltale signs of an orgasm running up my back.
That’s right, Mal, you don’t need the blonde at all, do you?
Thighs burning, my big arms fucking sorer than all hell, I pushed past the pain and pummeled my way into her wet mouth. Her lips then latched around me like a hose nozzle on a spicket, demanding my cum to spray down her throat as if it was a God-given gift. Every part of me wanted to douse her and get it over with. So, when a pair of innocent chesnut eyes manifested in the back of my head, an animalistic groan tore through the air as my cum drained itself into the back of her mouth. A never-ending stream of liquid caused her to choke and eventually release herself off my length.
“Mmm, you taste yummy.” She drooled as my euphoric state was steadily declining, and the need to get rid of her took over. They always wanted more. More, more, more. They were greedy fucking gremlins who tried latching themselves onto any player they could. They didn’t care who they got as long as they could lock you down and trap you. With my cock now limp and regret and shame coursing through me, I shoved myself back into my pants and straightened my back.
I was a moody bastard who couldn’t control his anger. So, when tensions were heightened, and I had a willing girl to use, I did so without questioning myself. It was a cycle I couldn’t break, and every time it was over, remorse poured over me like scalding water. I wanted more. I wanted something good in my life. Something meaningful and beautiful, but for someone like me, that was an impossibility for endless reasons. I mean, look at me. Look at what I just did. I didn’t deserve what I yearned for, and I definitely didn’t deserve her. The blonde beauty was right to run from me at the hospital.
She dodged a major fucking bullet.
Hockey was the only good thing I had going for me. Besides that, I had nothing.
Coughing, I found myself back in reality, where I had questioning eyes peering at me. Now on her feet, she wiped away the remnants of me on the sides of her mouth and smiled. “Now what?”
“Now you leave.” I nodded my head off into the distance and swiftly brushed past her. Preparing for all hell to break loose, I picked up my pace until I heard an angered cry pour out of her from behind me.
“Jesus, all you hockey players are the fucking same.” She snapped from behind, but I kept walking. “You’re welcome for the blow job, asshole!”
Shaking my head, I waved a hand over my head to signal thanks and practically threw myself inside the house once I ran up the porch. Once inside, I fell back onto our couch in an elongated groan. My legs felt heavy, and my eyes were sleepy. I closed them briefly, letting myself fall into a state of half-sleep and half-awareness. I needed a goddamn shower but lying here felt too damn good to get up.
Saying ‘fuck it’, I told myself five more minutes. But then five turned to ten, ten turned into thirty, and before I knew it, I was out for the count, with a certain blonde invading my dream.
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