Remember Me (Broken Heroes 6)

I grow wetter, and wetter with each deep stroke, and soon it’s nearly impossible to stop the climax from overtaking my body. My entire body tingles, and the build-up of pleasure is so intense I know it will leave me a screaming mess of nothing.

Just as I feel my pussy quivering, about to reach the tipping point, Luke stops and pulls out of me. Suddenly I feel cold, disappointed, and angry.

“Don’t you dare fucking come, Gracie, this is not for your pleasure,” Luke says, breathlessly. “You don’t get to come unless I allow it. You need to earn that sliver of pleasure.” He pushes back into me slowly, so much slower this time. I grit my teeth, trying to stop the emotions I’m feeling; I want him. I need him. And still, I tell myself I don’t.

My body however disagrees and I try to tilt my hips up to force him to hit that sweet spot deep inside of me, but like the devil himself he presses me into the mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh at my hips, refusing to give me even a smidge of friction against my clit, or a deeper stroke.

“Please,” I whimper, but Luke only shakes his head and thrusts into me lazily. Way too slow to give me a release. “Please, Luke,” I plead with him, not caring how desperate I sound. All I care about is the release. I’m so tightly wound, I think I might explode if I don’t come soon.

“Shut up. I told you, no talking.” One of his hands makes its way to my throat, and he wraps his fingers around it, squeezing, showing me he’s there, that he’s in control. He holds me there while he fucks me hard, his hips pistoning, his cock going so deep I can feel him in my belly. My muscles tighten and I think maybe this is it, maybe he’ll finally give me the pleasure I crave so badly, but he doesn’t, upon feeling the fluttering in my pussy he slows down, nearly pulling out again.

“Luke…” I gasp, and he tightens his hold on my throat, making it hard for me to breathe.

“Shut up, Grace. I won’t give you another warning. Next time I’m taking my cock and shoving it into your throat.”

My eyes widen, and once again, I’m confused as to why this turns me on, why my pussy seems to ache more at the mere thought. He continues torturing me like this, bringing me right to the edge just to pull me back. It’s insanity, but beneath the release I’m chasing I know this is nothing but a head game. He’s trying to prove a point; show me the same pain I make him feel. He’s using sex to hurt me, to punish me, because he can’t do it any other way.

I spread my thighs and dig my feet into his ass, urging him forward, begging him to fuck me with nothing more than my eyes.

“How’s it feel to want?” The grin that appears on his lips angers me beyond disbelief.

“I hate you,” I lie, feeling the need to hurt him in some way. He pulls out of me and moves up my body. Confusion mars my features, and then I remember his warning.

“It seems you aren’t good at following directions or lying.” The look in his eyes is clear and I know he’s going to do it. He’s going to fuck my face, and though my pussy aches at the thought, still I fight him. I squirm against the mattress and press my lips into a thin line. He straddles my chest, preventing me from moving, and brings his cock to my lips.

“Open up, Gracie, it’s time to take your punishment.” I shake my head but one of his hands gently cups me by the cheek, and for a moment everything in the world fades away. I don’t understand the feelings overtaking me. I don’t understand why I feel the need to bend for him. He never bent for me, he never hurt like I did.

But he did. A voice nags in the back of my head, and without any real reason I open my mouth, letting him guide his cock past my lips and into my mouth. With his other hand he lifts my head slightly to give himself a better angle. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he starts slow, his fingers stroking my cheek as he ups his pace and starts to fuck my face, his cock pressing to the back of my throat within seconds. I gag around his length, and tears sting my eyes, slipping down my cheeks. He wipes them away with his thumb, his eyes remaining on mine as he uses my mouth as he sees fit.

“Breathe through your nose.” He grunts above me, as he slips to the back of my throat once again. My pussy throbs and instead of gagging I moan around his length. The vibration of my moan around his shaft making him groan loudly and thrust into my throat even harder.