Page 67 of Do It For Me
I hear him unfasten his belt, and I take it as my cue to run. I crawl quickly up the stairs, standing when I can, but he catches me, yanking my hair. I collapse to my knees. Looking up at him, I only see his deep blue eyes, narrowed and frowning at me.
“I’ll make sure you come at least four more times before I kill you.” His erection springs free when he pulls his trousers down. “I won’t waste a nice and warm cunt like yours... Or throat.”
He shoves my face onto his length, forcing it into my mouth, but I don’t move. I don’t do anything other than shut my eyes and press my lips together.
“Open your fucking mouth or I’ll make you.”
I bite my lower lip, holding back a smile. His hand reaches my breast and squeezes my nipple, making me gasp in pain. He seizes the moment to push my head again. This time, his erection forces its way into my mouth, slamming against my throat.
A tug tightens in my belly, and a pressure of need builds in my breasts. I touch myself over my clothes as he moves my head up and down his dick.
“Get your clothes off.”
I rip the rest of the dress, and where it doesn’t tear, I don’t bother. Enough of my skin is exposed.
My hands trail over my body as I suck him off. One hand stays on my breast while the other finds my swollen clit. I moan around him.
“My dirty little slut. Look how wet you are for me. Do you really want to marry him?”
I shake my head, forcing his length deeper into my throat until I gag. Tears stream down my face.
“Oh, that poor, lucky bastard.”
He grabs both sides of my head and thrusts in and out, relentless and deep. Then, he pulls out. I look at him, confused.
“Stick your tongue out, sweetheart.”
I do. He strokes his erection until he comes all over my face and mouth. Some of his release drips onto my chest.
I swallow everything that reaches my mouth. He cleans the rest with his thumb, then shoves his cum back between my lips. “Swallow it all,amore.”
I wipe the rest of my chest with the remnants of my dress.
“Will you let me go now, mister… Skullface?”
He huffs.
“This is only the beginning, little one.”
I keep running down the hall until Dante shoves me into one of the rooms. I fall onto my bottom and look up at him as he towers over me, standing in the doorway.
He kneels in front of me, and grabs my ankles, yanking me toward him. “Your pussy is desperate to be used.”
I try to push him away, but he grabs both my hands and pins them above my head. His other hand moves to his trousers, and I feel the tip of him rub against my clit.
“Do you want to cum again?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then beg, sweetheart. Beg me to fill you up and take away that pain you feel.”
Oh, God.
He moves slowly, rubbing himself over my slit. His tip pushes in a few inches, teasing me, but then he pulls away.
“P-please,” I gasp. “I need you inside me.”
“What do you want me to do?”
