Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I want to, but I don’t want to at the same time. I want to feel his cock filling my mouth. I want to suck the pleasure out of him, but I don’t want to give him any pleasure at the same time because he’s a dick.

“Suck,” he says again as he pushes his cock at my lips.

My eyes light up in defiance, as I open my mouth to let his cock in, but I don’t plan on letting him get the pleasure that he is seeking. I barely let my lips cover his tip as I suck him, licking the pre-cum off that has settled over the tip.

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; He grabs my hair in his fist, and I know he is going to force my head further over his cock but not until I rake my teeth over his length hard enough that I know it isn’t entirely pleasant.

“Cunt,” he curses with a wicked grin on his face.

He likes it when I defy him. He wants me to. Just like I want him to punish me for defying him.

And then he pushes his dick so far into my throat that I can’t help but gag.

“Breathe, gorgeous,” he says before he pulls his cock back out of my mouth before slowly pushing it back in again.

This time, I’m prepared. I breathe calmly as the tears stain down my face from the pain, but the look on his face makes it all worth it. The groans leaving his throat make me want to suck him in deeper. And the pain pushes all of my real pain away, just like I thought it would. I want more and more and more of this. More pain.

He sees it in my eyes when I surrender to the pain, and instead of fighting it, I crave more. His lip twitches, and his eyes come alive when he realizes that this is actually what I want. That I’m not going to say red when he pushes his cock down my throat, I’m not going to say it when he hits me too hard on the ass, I’m not going to say it when his cock is thrusting too hard inside. Instead, I’m going to beg for more.

He grabs my arm, forcing me back onto my feet. He kisses me, tasting himself on my lips. My body aches for him every time he kisses me. My pussy aches for him, desperate to have the same cock that was filling me earlier inside me.

“Trust me, Skye,” he commands. It should be a question, but it isn’t. I realize nothing with him will ever be a question again.

He grabs my thighs and lifts me up, spreading my legs open as he sits me on the railing. I squeal as he does it. Both from the sudden movement and from being thrust up onto a railing where I could fall over the edge and die.

I glance over my shoulder. We aren’t that high up, not even a full story. I might not die if I fell, but I would definitely break something. The problem is, my hands are still tied behind my back. I can’t hold on to anything. I’m entirely under his control. My life is literally in his hands.

“Brody, no—”

But then his tongue is licking my pussy as his hands spread me wider, and I forget that I could die. At least I’d die happy. He licks me, taking in every drop of liquid that pours out of my body. His tongue dances over my clit as I make sounds that I didn’t even know my throat could make. I went from incredible pain to incredible pleasure in a second. From fear to ecstasy. And I know that, in a second, he could flip a switch and bring me right back to the pain.

“God, don’t ever stop,” I groan so loudly that I’m sure all the rooms next to us can hear me.

“God, huh? Why does he get the credit for all my hard work?”

He flicks his tongue over my clit again.

“Brody,” I cry out.

“That’s better,” he moans against my clit, causing me to shake from the electricity that he just shot through my body.

I feel my body falling backward. I tense my abs, holding myself up, an almost impossible task, even for someone as in shape as I am, while he’s doing what he’s doing to my body with his tongue.

“Brody, help,” I cry.

He stops for a second. “You’d better hold yourself up because I’m a little busy here,” he says with a wink.

“I hate you,” I cry as he tortures me again with his tongue.

“I know, but you don’t know what hate is yet.”

I try to focus on keeping my balance instead of what he’s doing to my body, which is almost impossible because he’s far too good at what he’s doing. I’m about to come, and I’m not sure how I can keep my balance and come at the same time.

He won’t let you fall, the voice in my head reminds me. He’s just teasing you.

I hope.