Page 54 of Break for Me

At least he was going to give me the dignity of being able to hide between the door itself and the car? Find the positives, right?

“But if you get down there on your own like a good girl, I’ll consider letting you enjoy what I’m going to do to you when we get to the room.”

I was suddenly prepared to do exactly as I was told. I enjoyed the shit out of it the last time and I very much wanted to find out what it meant to him to let me enjoy it this time. I pulled the fabric from the split in my dress off to the side of my body so I could drop to my knees in front of this shithead without ripping it. The ever-so-confusing man that he was, held his hand out so I could use him to steady myself on the way down.

God forbid I land too hard on my knees before he fucked my mouth as punishment for harming his precious Persephone.

He didn’t move at all. He stood right where he was, waiting for me to do every bit of this for him. I started to unbuckle his belt and smiled while I did it.

“You find this funny?”

“Just wondering if you’d want your other belt back,” I said, because I apparently wanted to find out to just what extent I could successfully piss him off. He grabbed a handful of my hair in the next second to rip my head back until I was staring straight up at him.

“I do want it back. And I’ll be using it on you tonight.”

He didn’t let go of my hair, but he allowed me enough wiggle room to be able to lower my eyes back to my hands so I could get his belt undone the rest of the way before moving on to his pants. He didn’t need any help getting ready. His dick was trying to force its way out of his pants before I ever set it free. I made sure to take my time and got started dragging my tongue along every vein that I could see, just like he’d demanded. I paused in between each one to meet his crazy stare too. His breathing was entirely out of control by the time I moved to draw the tip into my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair to force me to sit still for just a second.

“If I feel any teeth, I’ll have to hurt you for real. That’s not something I want to do, pretty girl.”

I already had part of his dick in my mouth, so I sure wasn’t going to say actual words back to him. I just stared right at him and hoped he could see that I absolutely didn’t intend to bite him. I was still ridiculously focused on what he planned to do when we made it to the hotel, when he planned to use a belt and let me enjoy it. That was as far as I could think right then. Well that, and that I was hellbent on taking this entire elephant trunk of a cock straight down my throat until he couldn’t stand it anymore. I took it in slowly at first, keeping my eyes up on his face. I drew in one more deep breath through my nose before I pushed my head forward until he hit the back of my throat. The hand in my hair tightened another time when he realized my lips were about to reach his pelvis. His other hand went to the roof of the car to steady himself and he hung his head back to look at the ceiling. I took that moment to close my eyes while they started to fill with tears. I let him just stay that way as long as I could before I desperately needed to breathe again, then I moved my head back until just my lips were barely around the tip of him once more. His head snapped back down until he was looking at me again.

“Probably a mistake to let me know you could do that, Fancy Face.”

His other hand went into my hair to grab hold of it too, and I didn’t have to do anything other than survive it from that point. He was controlling my head, he was thrusting with his hips, he slowed his movements when he wanted to feel more of my tongue, and he groaned every time I sucked so hard that my cheeks hollowed around him.

I paused once when he let go of my head so quickly that I was convinced he’d felt my teeth and I was certain that I was about to die right there on my knees with a dick in my mouth. I looked up to see he was staring straight over the hood of the car. He reached into his jacket, under his left arm where the gun was holstered and pulled it out to sit it on the roof of the car.

He glanced down at me. “Did I tell you that you could stop?” He asked me.

Then he looked back over the hood, with his hand still on the gun on top of the car. “And you, keep fucking walking.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Someone else was in here.

He stared straight ahead for another few seconds while I just went back to deep-throating this fucking madman like we didn’t have an audience. Nothing about it was fast or easy once his attention returned to me. He left the gun where it was on the car, but his hands went back into my hair. He wanted me to choke, he wanted me to struggle to breathe, he wasn’t happy until my cheeks were soaked with tears. By the time he was finally coming into my mouth, I’d nearly broken every fingernail I had digging them into his thighs. He pulled out of me as quickly as he could to kneel with me. He put his hand over my mouth and the entire lower half of my face.

“Swallow. Every. Drop.” He pushed his forehead into mine until he heard me swallow. I hated myself a little for how proud I was when he smirked.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you just shut up and do as you’re told. Shame you don’t know how to behave any other fucking minute of the day,” he breathed into my mouth before he kissed me. Both his hands came up to my cheeks when he pulled away. His thumbs moved to wipe away the tears. My mascara was waterproof, but I didn’t have that much faith in its ability to hold up to what he’d just put me through. I probably looked exactly like someone just punish-fucked my throat until I cried half my makeup off. He managed to force that elephant trunk back into his pants before he stood and held his hand out to help me back off the ground. I waited in uncomfortable silence while he went through both duffel bags in the back of the car to switch items between the two of them. When he was done, he moved one bag to the trunk, put the other on his shoulder, and then picked up my backpack. If he felt painfully awkward about what just happened before we had to walk who knew how long to even get to this hotel, he sure didn’t show it. But I felt enough of it to cover both of us.

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JERSEY

She looked horrified by the time I’d turned back around to start the walk to the hotel. I probably shouldn’t have enjoyed that as much as I did.

“Don’t tell me that was your first time,” I said, because I was an ass. “You took it way too well for that to be true.”

“First time having a gun pulled during a blowie…yes.”

“It’s not like I pulled it on you. Don’t be dramatic,” I said and turned her around to start walking. “Did you just say blowie?”

“Who did you pull it on?”

I smirked. “That old couple from the restaurant.”

“Jersey.”

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