Page 20 of Careless

And that is exactly why it’s a good thing he doesn’t know about Jason Woods. If he knew we fucked, Rian would definitely maim Jason.

“I’m not yours, Rian,” I mutter, my defiance half-hearted.

The pressure at my back leaves and a cool breeze replaces the heat. His other hand darts in front of me and grabs the door handle. He yanks it open and effortlessly lifts me into the truck.

This is exactly what I mean when I say Rian is hot and cold.

He slams it shut and, seconds later, the driver’s door opens. Rian climbs in, glaring at me. Then, his hands are in my hair and he’s dragging me across the black leather bench seat to him, my scalp burning in protest.

“I told you that I’m going to punish you for this crap, Sor. Now, open wide.” He roughly tilts my head downward so I can watch him undoing his jeans and pulling out his thick erection.

Oh, my god. He’s so big. No wonder he gives off BDE so hardcore. I swallow the saliva that instantly floods my mouth.

“Be a good girl and gag on my cock.” He doesn’t give the option of a refusal as he forces my head down. I’m quite literally a puppet and him the marionette. With my hands cuffed behind my back, he uses my hair as the strings, manipulating my body.

The idea of putting that thing in my mouth freaks me out. I’ve never given head before.What if I screw it up? His dick is so big. What if I can’t fit it in my mouth, or I totally suck at this?

I don’t open my mouth fast enough for him so he pinches my nose closed. It doesn’t take long for me to open and he takes full advantage. He forces his way past my protesting lips and down my throat as I fight the handcuffs and try to pull back.

Flames lacerate up my throat as tears blur my vision.

I’m going to be sick. I’m going to puke all over him.

“Fuck, yes,” he rasps as he forces me all the way down his length before pulling me back up.

I cough hard as sputum sprays from my mouth, but he barely gives me a second before he’s pushing me back down.

“Rian, stop. I don’t want to—” I protest, as he takes that moment to thrust back into my mouth.

“It’s polite to return the favor, Sorcha. I licked your delicious cunt until you soaked my sheets. The least you can do is let me come down your throat.” How can he talk so calmly as he’s literally choking me on his cock?

The tears spill faster and faster as Rian takes more and more, forcing himself deeper and deeper until his pubic hair tickles my face. I fight to breathe as I also fight to not throw up. I concentrate on the actions, not my reactions. The feel of my tongue along his shaft, the soft skin of his head. Before I realize it’s happening, my scalp is no longer burning. He has let go of my hair.

It takes me a moment to realize that he’s not fucking my face. I’m actively sucking him in and out, running my tongue over his length, gulping him down deeper and deeper. My stomach muscles work as I bob, my hands useless as they are still bound behind me.

Fuck, he tastes so good.

“Be my good girl and choke on it, Sorcha.”

I whimper and press back down his cock, the tears fall from how hard it is to swallow him into my throat. It surprises me, but I like the struggle, the pain, and how it makes me feel when he calls me a good girl.

I break free from his cock and gulp in air like a drowning person finally getting on dry land. Rian has other ideas though. He’s not even giving me a break from this. He tightens his grip on my hair at the scalp. “You don’t get to breathe until I say so. You do what I want you to do. And baby…” He thrusts his hips up, stabbing the back of my throat. “…that mouth feels too good.” My heart flutters at his praise.

My larynx is going to swell shut by the time he’s done with it. He drives in, over and over, the cab of the truck fills with his groans and grunts mixing with my gurgling and choking. “I should’ve put you on your knees long ago. This mouth was made to be wrapped around my cock.. And I’m going to make good use of it. Do you like me fucking your face, taking it because I want you that fucking bad? Do you like being bad for me, sucking my cock in your brother’s truck?”

Judging from how wet those questions just made me, I’d say he hit it right on the mark. I like being bad with him.

With his free right hand, he runs it past my bound hands then slides under the waistband of my jeans. He glides over my ass then runs his fingers through my slit. He lands on my throbbing clit and pushes down on the nub, hard.

“So fucking wet for me.” He growls as he gets rougher, fucking my mouth faster, stroking my clit harder. “That’s right, baby. Make me come down your throat.”

I want to rock my hips into his touch, but this position makes it impossible. I struggle to breathe through my nose from how quickly he’s thrusting into my mouth.

I’m drowning in my own saliva and tears, but I don’t think there would be a better way to die than Rian fucking my mouth.

Suddenly, my pussy shudders at his touch and I moan around him, the sound vibrating down his shaft until he roars with release.

He pulls my head back just enough, so his squirts of hot cum land on my tongue. One after the other until it has no choice but to flow down my throat.

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