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“Open,” he orders, but between the lust, a fragment of reality comes through.
He’s taken me. Forced me to do this. I shouldn’t give in so easily, I should fight.
I purse my lips, holding them tight, shaking my head as I stare at the swollen tip, the seeping fluid at the tiny slit, the scent of my own arousal nipping at my nostrils.
Ignoring the way my mouth waters, I cross my arms over my chest, my nipples drawn tight.
“You’re going to suck my cock, Bijou. One way or the other. And you’re going to do a good job. You even try to bite, you’ll be sorry.”
He flashes the gun upward as his other hand encircles the base of his cock, lifting it then slapping it down on my face from forehead to chin, his balls tickling where they dangle down to my neck.
I shake my head as he gives my face another two cock slaps. The weight and force make me draw back as he prods my lips again with the swollen knob.
“I need my fucking cock sucked, wife. Open your fucking mouth and give your husband the best head of his life.”
I hate myself for the way his demands make me feel. I should despise him but instead, I open my lips as humiliation heats my skin and lust overwhelms me again.
The tip is soft and hard at the same time, the little drops of glistening liquid slick and pleasant on my tongue as he pushes inside my mouth, bracing one hand on the headboard, those snaking veins of his forearm standing thick under his skin and the ink of his tattoos.
The other hand still lazily holds the gun, and for a split second I consider grabbing it while he’s distracted and making a break for it.
“Get to sucking,” he demands, as though he senses my idea and wants to stamp it out before it turns into action. “Since you won’t say you love me, you’re going to show me with your mouth. Clean my cock, taste all that virgin blood you gave me. Makes me a little jealous, actually giving you that honor.”
He drives his length to the back of my throat, holding it there while his fingers leave the headboard to tangle in the hair at the side of my head, using it as a grab handle for his thrusts.
“Jesus Christ, wife. That’s good. Lick under the head.” He draws out until the crown rests at the back of my mouth. I work my tongue just under the ridge, finding a spot that has his breaths coming faster and curse words flying from his mouth. “Fuck,fuck. Yeah, good, baby. More tongue. You are going to do this every fucking day, so get used to it. Daddy’s cock is going to be greedy with you.”
Pride swells inside me, tangling up with shame as he works my mouth. My lips are stretched to their limit as he drives his cock in and out, in and out, forcing obscene squelching sounds from my throat. His balls dust against my chin, the bulbous head swelling as it cuts off my oxygen.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he commands.
Heat prickles down my back and across my cheeks as my belly hollows with effort, my fingers denting the flesh of his firm ass. Maybe, if I make him come in my mouth, he won’t come inside of me again and maybe, just maybe, I can circumvent his hell-bent focus on impregnating me.
I suck harder, lick faster, gag louder. Pleasure coils in my center as I try to focus on getting him off down my throat.
His body tenses. I’ve never done this before, but I think he’s close.
I redouble my efforts, bracing myself for what’s about to happen, when Ramses starts to curse and pulls back, the absence of his cock leaving my mouth hanging open.
Spit falls from my bottom lip as he pushes off the wall and I struggle for air. He reverse crawls back between my legs, which he opens with a rough slap of his hand, aiming the tip of his swollen cock at my opening.
“Come with me,” he grunts as he drops the gun on the bed, his fingers coming down on my open folds, working my clit, sending a shiver over my skin and making me pant as he strokes himself.
He gathers spit from his throat, lowering his chin and letting a long drop of thick saliva fall warm and slick right where he’s working me to the edge.
Faster, faster, his thumb works the bundle of nerves between until I can’t take it, throwing my head back into the pillows, fighting against the growing orb of pleasure deep in my belly.
I twist and yelp as he jerks off, working my clit as my body bends to his will, ignoring my inner pleas for control.
It’s useless, he’s taken that from me. All I want is to please him.
I fight against the desire to press my sex into his hand but lose. My hips roll as my peak crests, taking me in a rush of white light as Ramses bellows, pressure from the tip of his cock pushing into me as the hot spurt of his release heats my opening.
I question my sanity as my orgasm pumps through me and Ramses fills my battle-worn opening with spurt after spurt. My body goes lax, melting into the pleasure. Melting into the dirty, filthy way he makes me feel.
Before I can come up for air, he’s looping his arm around me. I vaguely notice him grab the gun, holding it in a loose grip as he drags me next to him.
He pulls my back to his chest, his heart thumping against me with my legs splayed wide as he moves me with him, until he’s leaning on the pillows against the headboard, his hardness resting on my lower back. His fingers find my opening, pushing his spend inside, holding it there.
