Page 16 of Resistant

He looks away from me for a moment. Conflicting emotions slide across his face while he deliberates on what to say.This man has many secrets.

“I’ve been assigned to a breeder. She’s only interested in me for the children she might have. It’s about the pregnancy for her, not the pleasure. She won’t suck me off,” He shrugs.

His eyes burn into me, and I fidget, uncomfortable with the attention.

“I have enough clout in my day job that I qualify for the trade program.” He adds.

“So, you come here once a week so I can swallow your children instead of getting your partner pregnant.”

“Something like that.” He smirks.

He stands and moves to the foot of the bed.

“Now come here.”

Run.

Just as I think I’m might actually get away from him, he grabs my arm and pulls me to my knees in front of him. His hips rest on the edge of the bed.

I don’t have to fake my desperation at getting caught. He wrenches my arm back and I cry out.

“Unbuckle my belt.”

Clink. Clink.

I feel myself sliding into the untouchable space that I have perfected over the last weeks. It’s like watching myself from the outside, I become someone else.

“Take out my cock.” He orders. His voice is gravelly, and I unconsciously lean into his power. I surrendered to him without recognizing it.

I unfasten his pants and wrap my lips around him, but the angle is different. I have to hunch down to get to his cock.

He scoots back, lays down and pulls me over him. I glance at his face, there is heat there that I don’t want to see.

I turn my body so that if I open my eyes, I’ll see his thighs and knees. He grabs my hair and pushes me down over his cock and grinds against my face. He groans and I breathe deeply through my nose.

From this angle, I can hold him deeply without gagging and I wait for him to pull me back up. He likes to set the pace and I can be patient and compliant for the credits he gives me so generously.

He thrusts into my throat my bottom lip is smashed against his pelvis, it throbs in time with my heartbeat. My throat closes around him, and I fight to breathe. His hips pull back slowly, and my lips start to go numb from the abuse. His arm curls around my thigh trapping me in position.

He groans as he pulls out of my mouth completely and I watch as his engorged cock twitches only an inch from my face. A dribble of my saliva falls and nestles in a pool at the base of his cock.

He groans and sighs.

“I’m going to fuck your face now Brynn. I want to hear your whimpers and your moans. Take me like the filthy slut I know you are. Stick out your tongue and show me Brynn.”

I close my eyes and shudder. I’m too present. I don’t like how I’m feeling at this moment, and I’m scared that I won’t be able to detach from this. As much as I hate him, his presence is magnetic. In some small corner of my mind there is a part of me that is learning that I ache to please him.

I stick out my tongue and he slides into my mouth. When he bottoms out to my throat, I groan. The noise is muffled, but it’s enough to ignite a burning passion in him.

“That’s it.”

My lips stretch around his cock, burning as he pulls out. He loses his restraint and fucks my mouth mercilessly. I close my eyes against the site of his muscled thighs contracting. His palms hold my face tightly, his fingertips resting below my eyes. I relax into the brutal rhythm, listening as his flesh slaps against my chin. Wet sloshy sucking noises surround me, and I relax into the furious rhythm he’s set. My hair sticks to my face.

His palm closes around my thigh, and he turns my body perpendicular to his. I open my eyes and look up at him through my tears and clumps of hair stuck to my face.

“God, you are beautiful like this.” He groans.

I moan around his cock, licking the base and tip as he plunges back to my throat.

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