Torrid (Sordid 2)

Was there any better sound than listening to a girl choke on your dick? If there was, I hadn’t heard it.

Oksana’s palms shoved at my thighs, and I stumbled back a half step, falling out of her mouth, letting her draw air into her sputtering lungs. I stroked a hand along my wet shaft, twisting my grip as she recovered. I wasn’t going to last much longer inside her hot mouth. Should I come on her tits, marking her?

No. A better, more evil idea twisted in my mind.

“Has anyone licked your pussy?” My tone was sinister. If she’d never blown a guy, it seemed unlikely, but I wanted to be the only one.

Her face was already pink from when I’d made her gag, but it flushed brighter at my question. I was going to taste her no matter how she answered. Going down on a girl was almost as much fun as fucking them. It was when they were the most vulnerable, and my power over them was the greatest.

I could get a girl to agree to almost anything when my tongue was working her over. It was how I convinced the last one I was with to try anal. Too bad she’d given up after the first ten seconds, the quitter.

The girl in front of me wasn’t a quitter. I’d been an asshole, and she took it. Her submission was insane. I could do damn near anything. All the sick desires. I’d never needed anything more than I did right now, not even the revenge I had planned for my uncle. As I demanded her loyalty and obedience, she gave it.

“Answer me,” I ordered. “Has anyone gone down on you?”

“No,” she whispered.

I shut my eyes against the satisfaction that flowed through my system. How the fuck had she stayed so innocent? I’d figure it out later. Right now, I wanted to dirty her up and make her mine. Get her addicted to my brand.

Her mouth was even hotter when I slid in this time. She didn’t need any guidance. Her tongue tumbled over my dick, and the sound of the seal of suction breaking rang out when she let me pump faster. My hips thrust into her, fucking her face, and I latched a hand on the back of her head so I could keep my driving tempo.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I said, my words tight with pleasure. “You’re gonna hold my cum in there until I tell you to swallow. Got it?” Heat blasted along my legs. Shivers worked their way up. “Not a drop until I say so.”

Her fingers curled on my legs and her nails scratched at my skin. Her teeth scraped over the length of me, but it felt good. Since she couldn’t take all of me in her mouth, I jerked off, sliding the vise of my fingers at the base of my dick in time with her lips.

I felt heavy. Like everything was hurtling inward, compacting under the crushing need to get off. I was so fucking close.

“Look at me.” My voice was dark and loud, and almost a yell. Her gaze snapped up to mine, and I was done for. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

My release burst one fiery rush at a time, wracking me with acute pleasure on every spurt. She flinched as I came on her tongue, but I cased both hands on her head and held her still as I filled her mouth. My legs shook under the onslaught of my climax, and I wondered if I was holding her there or using her for support.

I slowed my thrusts to a stop, and drained every drop into her as the overwhelming feeling in my system began to subside. Holy shit, it felt amazing, and it seemed like she’d obeyed me. I didn’t feel her throat bob with a swallow.

I pulled out slowly, not wanting any of my cum to leak out of those pink lips. She sat back, her hands on her knees and her lips pressed together, waiting for my command. I pulled up my pants and did up the fly, then bent and traced a fingertip down her cheek. “You like my flavor rolling around in your mouth?”

It was doubtful she’d answer, but couldn’t anyway. Her cum-drenched tongue couldn’t move under the gag I’d placed on her. I held absolute control.

6

Oksana

Vasilije’s eyes glittered with evil as he stood before me, wearing a smirk and all his damn clothes. I’d yo-yoed between outrage and humiliation during the blowjob, but there was another feeling off in the distance I tried to ignore. Did some sick part of me not mind this so much?

Since Ilia, no one would touch me.

At first, I preferred it that way, but time dragged on and it’d been three long years. I’d sat by, listening to stories from my friends about how they fooled around and lost their virginity, and curiosity ate at me. I craved to be like them and know what it’d feel like. Despite what I’d told Vasilije, I wanted hands on my body that weren’t my own. He’d given it to me, hadn’t he?