King of Corium (Corium University Trilogy 1)

“This will be the one and only time I let you tap out. Don’t ever ask me to stop again because I won’t. Now suck my cock like you mean it. Prove to me that your mouth is better than your virgin pussy, or I’ll change my mind and fuck you anyway.”

All I can do is gulp.

I wet my lips, and Quinton spears his fingers through my hair. Pain lances across my scalp as he pulls me forward, holding me in place while he brings his cock to my lips.

He gives me no time to prepare and slips between my lips, a ragged sigh filling the air as his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag. I breathe through my nose and try to prepare myself for his next thrust. He pulls out and pushes back in again.

“Look at me while I fuck your throat. I want to see the tears as they slip down your cheeks.” His grip on my hair tightens, and I do as he instructs, looking up at him through my lashes. I hate that I grow wet at the look of possession in his eyes.

He doesn’t own me, not even a little bit, but this side of me wants him to. Holding me in place, he thrusts his hips forward, fucking my mouth and throat. Saliva dribbles out the side of my mouth with his quick movements, and my eyes water, the salty tears sliding down my cheeks without permission.

With pleasure in his eyes, he watches them, smiling like the devil while he continues using me as a source for his own demented satisfaction.

Just like in the hallway when he first forced me to do this, his focus is on me, and I can’t look away, not even while knowing he is using me and that I mean nothing to him.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous with my cock stuffed in your mouth. Maybe I’ll do this more often since it seems your mouth is what gets you into the most trouble.”

Anything I might say would be muffled, so I don’t bother responding. Quinton smirks and pinches one of my nipples between his fingers. There is a tinge of pain, followed by pleasure that zings straight to my core. I’m ashamed to admit that I want him, even in those instances when I say I don’t. Deep down, there is a twisted part of me that only he brings out, that wants him.

“Just like that. Take me deep…” He presses all the way into the back of my throat and holds himself there, and for a second, I can’t breathe. Panic starts to bubble to the surface of my mind right as he pulls back, and I inhale oxygen deep into my lungs as he pulls out.

He does this over and over again, his own pleasure rising up until he’s close to coming. Without warning, he pulls himself from my mouth and fists his cock in his hand. All I can do is watch, saliva dribbling down my chin and my heart racing. I don’t care how I look right now. My only focus is watching Quinton reach the finish line.

“Watch me…” He grits the words through his teeth. I don’t dare look away, and with a roar, he explodes. Hot ropes of cum land on my breasts, and a soft gasp escapes my lips at the contact. Quinton continues coming, stroking himself until he grows soft.

When he pulls away and sags against the wall, I push off the floor and walk into the bathroom to clean myself up. I grab a washcloth, wet it, and wipe myself down.

Then I clean my face and return to the bedroom to find Quinton stripped down to his boxers, lying on my bed. He can’t seriously think he is going to have a sleepover.

I scurry across the room and grab a pair of panties and a shirt.

“I think you should leave,” I say once I’m dressed.

The way he’s lying on my bed, like he was meant to be there, makes me feel strange.

“I’m not done with you yet, so I’m not really sure why you put clothes on. It’s not like you’ll be needing them for what we’re going to do.”

“Need I remind you, we only agreed to sex stuff one hour a week.”

He rolls his eyes and pats the bed. “Rules were meant to be broken.”

“You have your own room and I’m not comfortable with you being here. You can’t sleep in here.”

“I can sleep wherever I want, and just so you know, it’s better if you don’t let your enemy know the things that make you uncomfortable. They’ll use it against you, every time.”

“It’s almost like you have experience in being someone’s worst nightmare.” I’m dragging my feet about crawling into bed with him. Quinton can’t be trusted. He’s a risk to my mind and body in more ways than one. I look around the room, trying to find a spot to sleep.