hair, he wraps the fingers of his other around his cock and starts pumping it an inch from my face.
I look up at him, not sure what he wants.
His face contorts the moment we lock eyes, and for a second, I think he’s about to come. But then he licks his lips and murmurs, “Open.”
For some reason, as much as I want to, I can’t obey his command.
I want him to hurt me. To fuck me. To make me beg for his mercy. And for the life of me, I don’t know why.
“Open,” Josiah says through his teeth.
When I don’t obey, he wrenches me closer until my lips bump against his dick.
In a flash, he has my face cupped in his hand. He sinks his thumb and forefinger into my jaw, forcing my teeth open. Parting my lips whether I want them open or not. I struggle, but he twists the hand in my hair.
Pain shoots through my scalp. I freeze, whimpering, and stare up at him.
He eases the tip of his dick between my lips.
Tangy, salty, sticky, warm, hard silk.
He slides over my tongue and wedges in the back of my throat. I gag, and push at his hips.
He hisses, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly draws out and then sinks in again.
I’ve never seen such unadulterated lust on someone’s face.
Or have I?
My heart flutters, my stomach tightens. I squeeze my pelvic floor muscles, and shudder when wetness oozes out of me and trails down my inner thigh.
I relax my jaw, but if Josiah notices, he decides not to relinquish the grip on my face. He keeps his hand there, pushing open my jaw so I can take more of him into my mouth.
Wider.
Deeper.
And then harder.
His breath huffs out, sounding pained as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag, and almost puke. My eyes tear up, and I taste that salt in my mouth a moment later.
He fucks my mouth, groaning. I don’t know what to expect, but the stream of hot, bitter liquid that suddenly fills my mouth I could never have prepared for.
I gag hard, retch, and have to swallow everything that comes up because he’s still busy pouring cum into my mouth. Some of it escapes as I labor for breath, and trickles down my chin.
Josiah pulls out with a groan, and coats my lips with a last powerful spurt of cum.
The bliss is fading from his face, and I don’t want it to. A second ago, I had unbridled power over this man, now I have nothing.
So I lick my lips. I fail to suppress the violent shudder that rifles through me, but that just seems to turn him on even more.
He swipes his thumb over my lips, smearing what’s left of his cum over my mouth.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
My heart opens like a flower.
I duck my head, and rain kisses over his softening dick. He pulls me away, turns me around, and presses his stomach flush against my back as he makes me lift onto my knees.
With gentle hands, he pushes apart my thighs. Then he slides a hand between my legs and cups my pussy, squeezing so hard that I gasp and buck into him.
His fingers drag open my lips, and I shudder when cool air touches the most intimate part of me.
“It’ll hurt,” he warns, his mouth by my ear.
My breath hitches when he slides two fingers inside me. I stare down, hypnotized by his strong hand, as it manipulates my core. My arousal coats his fingers, his palm. He starts fingering me harder, his hand thumping against my pelvic bone hard enough to send a physical thump through my entire lower body.
“Make yourself come.”
I hesitate, because even giving myself an orgasm has always felt so very, very wrong. He grabs my wrist and forces my hand down. His teeth nip at my earlobe, my neck. They sink into my shoulder muscle.
“Show me.”
There’s something wrong with those words. This is dirty and perverted and as sinful as making myself cry out silently in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep…
He grabs my fingers and forces me to touch myself. Then he starts rubbing them against my clit.
It hurts.
It’s electric.
I mewl and buck to try and get away from that delicious pain.
And then his hardened cock is pressing against my entrance. He dips and lifts his hip, rubbing himself through my slick folds. Teasing. Coating himself with my lust.
“Josiah!”
He pushes away my fingers and massages