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Defeated, I tried to focus on something else. Like not hyperventilating when he stepped in and fisted his erection. It didn’t matter. Whatever air I did manage to suck in was violently pushed out when Mason shoved his length through my held open mouth. It all happened so fast. One minute I was fighting him, the next his hardness was lodged in my throat.
“Fuck me.” He let out a long, loud groan, then glared down into my watery eyes. “Your lying mouth is useful for something after all.”
A few thoughts flew through my mind. Most of which were the usual fear filled feelings, except for one. A little voice in the back of my head commented on how silky his dick felt for being so hard. That one had me confused. Here I was, being forced to do something I didn’t want, and some part of me liked the way he tasted on my tongue.
I really am pathetic.
That strange thought didn’t matter the instant he thrust his hips, forcing more of this length down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t suck in the tiniest bit of oxygen. My chest tightened as I gagged around his girth and slapped his thighs. Mason didn’t care. He just growled out another groan while holding me firmly where I was.
Blackness started to seep into my vision and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how I was going to die.
What would my tombstone say?
Here lies Harper.
So useless she couldn’t even handle a dick.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, suddenly I could breathe again.
Mason pulled away and let go of my mouth, allowing me to hunch over and cough oxygen back into my body. My lungs burned with each staggered breath while my mind kept preparing me for when he did it again. But that’s not what happened. What came next was completely unexpected.
He didn’t force my mouth open, or say something vile about my pathetic nature. No. Mason reached down, threaded his fingers through my hair, and started stroking the back of my head in a mockingly tender gesture.
“Because I’m not a complete asshole, I’m going to give you a choice.”
I begged to differ on the asshole part. Not that I’d ever tell him that. But I would say he was good with his hands. The tingling that his strong fingers were eliciting from my scalp was oddly relaxing. I almost leaned into his touch. It felt… nice.
“I can keep fucking your face...” He tugged on my hair, pulling my eyes up to his.
So much for nice.
“Or you can wrap those pouty pink lips around my cock yourself.”
Should’ve known something like this was coming. Mason never made things easy. Why would he start now? How was I supposed to pick between those choices? One option I might suffocate from, and the other…
I was too afraid to look at his member. How was I supposed to touch it?
Come on Harper, you can do this.
Letting out a breath, I wiped the tears off my face and slowly pushed myself up. I wished I hadn’t. Seeing it through a reflection in the mirror while being covered up by a pair of boxers was much different than being eye to eye with the thing. I wanted to duck away from the vein running down the side of his shaft.
It was big. Really big and angry looking, with a wet drop sliding down the tip. Much more intimidating than I thought.
“Well,” Mason tapped his foot on the floor. “What’s it going to be?”
I lifted my chin and sucked back a breath at the heat burning in his gaze. How many times had I wished he’d look at me like that? He reallydidwant me to do this. I wasn’t sure how to take that.
I eyed the smooth head staring at me. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad? I was probably over exaggerating the size. He did get it down my throat, after all.
Yeah, and almost suffocated you in the process.
That was true. But if I did it myself then that wouldn’t happen again. Besides, it couldn’t be that hard, right?
Curious, I gingerly reached out and touched the tip with my finger, then immediately sprang back against the wall when it twitched like it was going to attack me.
Mason’s brow arched. “Did you just boop my dick?”
“Um… maybe?”That thing was scary.
