Shelaine. She’s all I need to think about. Shelaine. Closing my eyes, I flood myself with memories of her writhing on my fingers, of the feel of her body as I touch her. Going from there, I look to our future. Her becoming my bride, by my side forever. It helps. Slowly but surely, her face replaces the two men I can’t abide looking at.

Sliding my hand into the pocket, I pull out two boxes and set them to the side. Shelaine is so wrapped up in me that she doesn’t even notice. Starting at the top, I begin to unbutton the shirt, one button at a time, smiling as her eyes follow my every move.

Mr. Douche Weasel suggested I wear a tie, but that’s where I drew the line. Ties are too suffocating and far too much of a hassle. And there was no way in hell I’d stand there and let him tie it on me. It would be too much like rolling over and showing him my belly.

Once the shirt is off, I lay it onto the jacket, leaving just my pants. Leaning forward, I skim my fingers across her cheek, then up into her hair, where I curl them into a fist, holding her head taut.

“Why don’t you do the rest?” My voice is husky and soft.

I don’t want to break this moment between us. The way she stares up at me, as if I’m the one hanging the stars in the sky, guts me to the core. She’s so trusting, so compliant. The perfect submissive.

Her fingers shake a little as she reaches out and fiddles with the buttons. As with all the other times I went to see her, I chose not to wear boxers. If it means there are precum stains in the fancy pants, then that’s just perfect. I’d love to ruin this suit with my cum.

The moment her fingers pull on the zipper, my fist tightens harder in her hair. A loud hiss escapes my tense lips as her knuckles graze me as she continues to unzip me. So many times, I got myself to the brink, only to pull back. All of it was for her. My balls are so swollen with need that any extra stimulation sends pain rioting through me. But it’s worth it. It’s all worth it.

Shelaine stares at my cock as her tongue snakes out to lick her bottom lip. “Taste me, rabbit.” Her eyes cloud for a moment as she looks up at me and then back down at my cock. I’m pretty sure her brain is trying to figure out if I’ll even fit in her mouth. “I’ll fit, sweet girl. I promise.”

Once more, she licks her lip as I guide her face toward me. Based on how she’s acting, this might be a first for her too. God, that’s just so hot. To be the first man in her life to accept this type of pleasure. The knowledge is heady, intoxicating.

Her soft breath fans across the head, and my shaft pulses, pulling a groan from between my clenched teeth. It’s so fucking hot, almost scalding. The need to come beats at my brain as she takes her time assessing me. I’ll give her as long as she needs, but God, I need to come soon.

After an eternity, her tongue slides back out, and she draws it across my slit, tasting the bit of precum that’s welling to the top. It takes all my willpower not to force my cock in between her lips. It’s not what she deserves. She deserves better than that, and by God, she’ll get it, even if it means drawing at the delicious agony.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur. “Can you open your mouth for me? I need to be inside you, baby, so fucking badly.”

I don’t ask. Ever. I just take. But with Shelaine, I find myself saying, acting, or doing things that just aren’t me. She deserves so much more than this broken husk of a man, and yet, here she is, offering me everything I want and more. I don’t deserve her. There’s nothing I can ever do to earn her.

The only thing that makes sense in all of this is that some higher being saw fit to give me one of their angels. Jokes on them, though. I don’t plan on keeping her pure and righteous. I plan on defiling every inch of her body, of taking her to depths of depravity that angels shouldn’t know about.

When her mouth opens, I grip my base and angle my head inside, groaning as the wet heat of her mouth surrounds the tip. “That’s my good girl. God, rabbit. You feel so fucking good.”

Gripping my cock even tighter, I ease in, watching as her lips widen into an impossibly large O to accommodate me. “See, baby, I told you it would fit. I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours. You’re probably going to gag, but that’s normal. If you cry, that’s okay too. I want to see those tears streaming down your face, ruining that perfect mascara you’re wearing. Can you do that for me, rabbit? Can you cry for me?”

Her eyes cloud over as she stares up at me, unable to speak with her mouth full of my cock. But I feel the fear rolling off of her. Already, tears pool in those depths, and I almost reconsider. Almost. She needs to learn that sex with me isn’t always going to be pleasant.

Holding her hair in my hand, I keep her still as I push forward, judging just how much she can take of me before it’s too much. The moment my head touches the back of her throat, she heaves, tightening everything in her mouth in the most delicious manner.

“You’re okay, rabbit. You can take this. You can take me. I’m going to push in again and go deeper this time.”

I give her a few seconds to prepare while I pull out and inch my way in. It’s a delicate dance between the two of us. I’m pushing limits she didn’t even know really existed, and yet, I’m still keeping my movements slow, gentle. I’m not stealing this moment from her; instead, I’m bringing her on the journey, letting her come with me for the ride.

As I push further, her throat spasms again, but I grit my teeth and slide in more until her eyes bulge out as she stares up at me with alarm. “Can you not breathe?” Even as she shakes her head, I hear the retching noise as I invade her throat. “Good. Then you’re doing it right.”

Her nails dig into my thighs as she holds on, forcing her body not to rebel. But she really has nothing to worry about. I’ll pull out well before then. When the sound hits my ears once more, I pull out from her throat but still keep the tip on her tongue. I allow her a few moments to breathe and calm down before pushing in again.

Over and over, we play this game until she’s unable to keep her eyes from watering, sending jet-black tracks sliding down her cheeks. Just the visual alone is enough. I pull back out and admire the saliva that drips from my tip and her mouth. Pinching her bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger, I force her lips open, then force my thumb in further to push down her bottom row of teeth.

“Stick out your tongue, rabbit. I want you to catch every drop of this cum. Now that you’re mine, you will be the only receptacle for my seed. It will either be in you or on you. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Master,” she tries to say, but the words are garbled by her inability to close her mouth.

But I don’t care. I know exactly what she’s saying. Once her tongue is out, I start to stroke my cock with an intensity I hadn’t known since puberty first hit me. It’s pleasure, pain, agony, and pure delirium. There are no words strong enough to convey the erotic feelings flowing inside of me. No one has ever made me feel like this. I feel powerful.

Grunting, I continue to slam down on my cock with hard, furious strokes as my balls continue to draw up. Next time, I won’t wait this long before coming. The pain is nearly blinding as my cum shoots out of me and into her mouth. I can feel her squirming, but I’m too far gone to care.

As soon as I’m able to, I look down, watching the last bits of me dribble into her awaiting mouth. It coats her lips and starts to slide down her chin. Reaching out, I take what I can and shove it into her mouth, forcing every bit inside.

“Good, fucking girl, Shelaine,” I moan against her lips before sealing them with a kiss.

She thrashes about, but I’m sure it’s because I’m forcing her to swallow my load. I’m the first and only cum she’ll ever taste, and even if she doesn’t like it now, she will eventually. If I have to serve her cum for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she’ll soon swallow it with a smile.

I do understand, though, cum is an acquired taste, and it’s not the most delicious thing. The taste and texture can vary between men, but honestly, there’s never cum that just tastes “yummy.” Forcing my tongue into her mouth, I taste myself inside and moan.

I’m certainly not the worst taste, by far, but she will still have to get used to it. Pulling away, I hold out my hand and call out for water. She gulps it down as if it’s manna from heaven, and I can’t help the smirk that tilts up the corners of my lips.

“Now then, little rabbit. Your turn.”

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