Covet - Eve Vaughn Page 0,15

down, he was still my brother. I thought about that huge scar on his body and how close he’d already come do dying already. Then I remembered the promise I’d made so long ago, and slowly, all the fight drained from me.

If I did what Nick asked, it would be over. I’d have the money, and then we could part ways for good.

This humiliation was something I was willing to endure if it meant I could save my brother. Before I could change my mind, I walked back to Nick and dropped to my knees. I quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxes, setting his dick free with a bounce. It was only semi-erect when I set it loose, but the second I circled my fingers around him, it grew in my palms, hard, long, thick, and veiny. It was huge, much longer than I anticipated.

When Nick and I had dated, we had intended to take things slow but our chemistry had been undeniable. He was the best lover I’d ever had. I only had a few partners before him so not too many comparisons but I there would never be another like him.

Despite us being previous lovers his erection still took me by surprise. It was quite intimidating and larger than I remembered, but it was pointless to get caught up on size, especially since it was in my face.

Nick remained oddly silent, not moving a muscle which made it slightly easier for me, but not much. As soon as I put my mouth on it, however, his stomach contracted with his sharp intake of breath. I slowly moved my lips along his length taking as much of him in my mouth as possible with my fist wrapped around the base of his cock.

I bobbed my head back and forth, my movements hesitant at first until I finally found my rhythm. I tried to focus on what this was really for and that was what kept me going, but something happened that I didn’t quite expect. Servicing him like this, the big tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat, a pool of warmth gathered in my panties, and an incredible heat spread through my entire body in a rush of unexpected pleasure. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I didn’t like this feeling at all, and I didn’t want to get caught up with this man. Not again. As I tried to pull away, he gripped the sides of my head with each of his hands and thrust his dick so deep in my mouth I gagged.

I placed my hand on his belly to push him away, but his grip on my head tightened making it difficult for me to escape.

“Take it. Take every inch of me,” he growled thrusting his hips forward again.

As his grip tightened on my head, it became apparent that I was no longer sucking his dick so much as he was fucking my mouth. With each shove, his dick slid farther past my gag reflex.

I was no longer fighting him off. I was just trying to breathe. My eyes watered, and saliva dribbled down my chin as he continued to violate my throat. The really fucked up thing about this situation was not the slight fear coursing through me because I didn’t know what he’d do next, or even the degradation. It was the fact that I liked it.

That tingling in my pussy had only intensified, and I hated myself for responding to him to him this way. So I shut my mind down, letting it happen, over and over again.

“That’s it. Take it like the good little cum slut I know you are. You like this, don’t you?”

My humiliation was complete. Or so I thought. Just when I figured this ordeal couldn’t get any worse, he suddenly pulled out, cupped the back of my head and shot his cum all over my face.

Stunned.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even believe this had happened. I briefly registered a faint click, but I couldn’t quite process it because I was still trying to figure why I let this happen, and if I could get away with murdering him.

“You can go clean yourself up in my bathroom through that door.” He pointed to the other side of his office. “When you’re finished, we can talk terms.”

Talk terms? He was insane if he thought I had anything else to say to him. I’m not sure