Page 62 of Pray for Scars
“Open that pretty fucking mouth.”
She does, and I like that look in her eyes, like she’s nervous as she glances up shyly at me through her dark lashes, then looks back at my cock. But I know she isn’t nervous. Sid Rain doesn’t get nervous. I don’t want to think about how many times she’s been on her knees for God knows how many men, but I shove all of that aside, because right now, she’s for me.
I circle a hand around my shaft, running my thumb over the bead of pre-cum at the tip. It glistens between us.
“Come closer.”
She does, crawling on her knees.
I let go of myself, push my thumb into her mouth, as far back as I can get it, watching her gag, her eyes water as I hit the back of her throat with my fingers.
She makes a choking sound and I slide my thumb out, my dick fucking aching as she wraps her lips around my finger, her eyes on mine.
And then I yank her forward, forcing her mouth over me, pushing her further until her eyes widen and she makes that goddamn delicious gagging sound again as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head, just like mine fucking are.
The feel of her mouth on me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve experienced a fucking lot.
It should be no surprise, I remind myself. No fucking surprise that the former escort and princess of Jeremiah fucking Rain is good at giving head. At that thought, my hand shoots to her throat, and I wrap my fingers around her, squeezing as I keep my cock pushed all the way into her mouth. She still hasn’t got to the base of it yet, and her eyes are watering as she looks up at me, pleading without words, a slight crease in her brow because she can barely fucking breathe.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask her, my voice hoarse. “Just,” I shake my head, “just raise your hand or something if you want me to stop, okay?”
She glares at me and I bite back a laugh.
Good girl.
Because I want to feel it. I want to feel just how much it hurts her. I want to feel my dick at the back of her throat, so I move my fingers up, to just under her chin, digging in and slamming her head further against me.
“Wanna safe word, Lilith?” I whisper, staring down at her. Of course, she can’t answer. I jerk her forward more, and she shuffles her knees on the floor, moving toward me.
The whites of her eyes are nearly all I can see, and her face turns red, but she still doesn’t move. She doesn’t try to stand up or push me away with her hands. Instead, she wraps shaky fingers around my wrist—the one at the base of her throat—and she pushes further against me, like shewantsme to fucking kill her.
I know she’s got to be seeing stars in the back of her head right now, but she still digs my wrist further against her throat.
She’s no longer gagging, no longer making those beautiful choking sounds.
She’s silent.
I don’t even know if she’s fucking breathing.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, Lilith.” I let go of her throat, drag her head back off of my dick, and she starts gasping, her eyes wild as she holds a hand to her throat, saliva dripping from her mouth, and all over me.
I lean down close, until we’re eye level, and the red splotches start to fade from her beautiful face. “Take a breath, baby girl.” I brush my thumb over her swollen lips. “You’re not done yet.”
She licks my thumb, starts sucking on my finger, her breathing even again.
I reach down, run my palm over her perfect tit, pinching her nipple. She wraps her fingers around my cock, pulls me back into her mouth.
Fuck.
She twirls her tongue over the tip, down the shaft, stroking me with her hand and her dirty little mouth at the same time.
I’ve still got one hand threading through her dark hair, the other grabbing her tits. She pumps me harder, her mouth sloppy and goddamn fucking perfect as she touches my dick to the base of her throat.
But I catch sight of her perfect, bare pussy, and I know I’m not going to finish in her mouth. Why waste another opportunity to make her fucking mine for the rest of her goddamn life?
To save her fucking life.
I pull my dick from her mouth. She wipes the back of her hand over her lips.
