Page 16 of Empire of Carnage

I glare up at him, rebellion sparking to life deep in my soul.

Instead of opening my mouth, I spit on his cock, which has the opposite effect I wanted.

He groans, eyes clamping shut. “You can spit on it, baby, get it ready for that tight little throat of yours.”

“You are sick,” I say.

He smirks at me. “That’s not what you were saying when my head was buried between your thighs, was it?” Shaking his head, he pushes the tip of his cock against my pursed lips. “Open. Now.”

I hate myself as I unhinge my jaw and the length of his cock slips through, the soft velvety feel of his skin against my tongue wrapped over a steel pole.

The masculine, salty taste of him is overwhelming as he works his cock in and out of my mouth a few times.

And then he slams into the back of my throat, making me choke.

My eyes bug out of my skull as I desperately try to breathe, but I can’t. He keeps the length of his cock buried in my throat, eyes holding mine in a challenge.

“Breathe through your nose, Anya.”

I listen to him, drawing as much oxygen as I can through my nostrils.

It stills doesn’t feel enough as his length remains lodged in my airways.

I claw at his thighs, which only seems to spur him on harder.

“That’s it, open your throat for my cock like a good girl,” he purrs, and my body responds like the traitor it is.

His praise makes me even wetter and I know in that moment there’s something fundamentally wrong with me for liking this. He’s choking me on his cock—a man that’s practically a complete stranger—and I’m loving every single second.

He goes so deep I feel like I’m going to throw up, but I don’t have any contents in my stomach to throw up, since it’s been a long time since I ate last.

Tears prickle at my eyes and then fall down my face as I struggle to breathe enough oxygen through my nose, saliva spilling down my face.

I must look fucking disgusting and yet Valery is staring down at me as if I’m the best thing he’s ever fucking seen before.

“Such a good girl taking my cock right down that pretty little throat.” His jaw tightens. “I want you to swallow every drop of my cum. Do you understand?”

I nod my head as best I can with his cock, keeping my head at such an odd angle.

“Good,” he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as he fucks my face harder, slamming into my throat with even more force.

And then he roars, the only warning before a flood of hot cum hits the back of my throat, which I struggle to swallow all of, some of it spilling out the side of my mouth.

Choking, I keep trying to swallow as he drains every drop into my throat. His hand moves between my exposed thighs, and he thrusts three thick fingers inside of me, the sudden invasion sending me right back to the edge of a cliff.

I swallow hard, looking into his dark eyes that are burning like hot coals in a hearth. Slowly, he pushes me higher and higher toward heaven and I let him, shutting my eyes as the pleasure takes over the rational part of my brain.

“I want you to come for me, printessa. I want to feel that tight, virgin cunt squeezing my fingers as you tip over the edge.”

His fingers thrust in harder and faster, added to his dirty talk makes me putty in his hands.

“Oh, fuck, yes, Valery!” I scream his name as I come apart, my pussy flooding with more juice as I experience the most intense orgasm of my life.

I’m panting for oxygen as my body convulses for him. And he just watches, an odd look in his eyes.

“I told you I’d make you mine, malishka,” he mutters, pulling his fingers from between my thighs and licking them clean. “Delicious.”

Heat radiates over the surface of my skin like blisters from the sun, and it feels like I’m going to die of shame as the orgasm wears off.

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