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“Ah, see, that’ll come eventually. But for now, I want that mouth worshiping my cock like it’s the god you’ve been waiting for.” Silus undoes his belt with expert hands, and as the seconds tick by, I see a growing bulge beginning to press against his pants.
Thanks to a very awkward time when he was a prisoner at my house, I know exactly what sort of dick I’m dealing with here, and frankly, I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to do it. My jaw is going to hate me after this.
My eyes dart up to Silus’s face, and I see his head is bent so he can watch. I make sure to give him a long, hard glare as he gets out his long, hard cock.
“If you decide to get wily,” he warns as he fists himself once, “I will remind you that you’re not the one who will pay the price, so think long and hard before you do anything stupid, Thea.” A threat that he’d hurt Max if I hurt his dick when it’s in my mouth.
The asshole has nothing to worry about. I’ll play nice. I pretty much have to.
I drop my gaze to the one-eyed snake in front of my face, and my thighs clench like they have a mind of their own. Seeing it fully erect, the difference is night and day. It’s wide enough, long enough, that certain inappropriate thoughts bubble up in my head as I stare at it.
Does a thing like that fit? Does my jaw open up that wide? Fuckity fuck fuck.
“Well?” Silus asks, his voice gruffer than it was mere moments before. “Are you going to begin your worship or are you going to keep staring at it?” The man’s pants remain around his hips, his cock the only thing protruding from it.
God help me.
I close my eyes as my lips part. I inch closer and closer to that dick, the anticipation thrumming in my veins. His tip probes my lips, and I open my mouth wide to take in the head of his cock. The very second I do, Silus lets out a groan that reverberates in my core, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard a man make.
I bob my head slowly along his tip, paying special attention to the tip every time my head moves back. I suck it unhurriedly, like a lollipop. I run my tongue over it, around it, and it’s not too long until I taste salty precum oozing out of him.
The moment I start to take him a little deeper—borderline choking myself with his length—Silus groans again, and he places a hand on my head, his fingers weaving through my hair.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I knew that mouth would feel fucking amazing.” Hearing him say that, hearing him talk while my mouth is around his cock, makes my body flush hotter.
I’ve been with guys before, obviously. None that ever really lasted. That’s to say I’m not innocent, not a virgin; I know my way around a man, but I’ve never, ever had someone talk dirty to me while I was in the thick of it, and my body heats up as a result.
Like, when most guys try to talk dirty? It’s a turn off. They just don’t do it right. But Silus? I could listen to Silus all day. Maybe it’s the way his low, smooth voice gets a little gravelly, more haggard. Ragged, like each word contains bottled-up desire.
His hips begin to move at a sluggish pace, like he’s trying to fuck my mouth, but I don’t stop. I keep bobbing my head along his length, taking as much of him in as I can, while he holds the back of my head.
The pace picks up, and soon enough I’m unable to do much of anything as Silus growls out, “You’re going to take everything I give you, Thea. You’re going to swallow me down like a good girl.”
How can a girl argue with that?
His body jerks forward the same moment his cock twitches in my mouth and the hand on my head grips my hair harder. The back of my throat is met with a shot of hot, salty cum, and then another as he pumps into my mouth. Silus empties himself with a moan I feel in my core.
He is unhurried in pulling his length out of my mouth and giving my jaw a rest, and as I swallow his load, he stuffs his cock away and fixes his pants and his belt, never once taking his eyes off me.
The way he looks down at me makes my heart skip a beat, which is just stupid. Just because this man is hot as sin itself doesn’t give him a free pass to do whatever he wants to me.
I get to my feet, something insulting on the tip of my tongue, but before I can say a word, Silus grabs me by the throat and whispers, “You stare up at me like you want to slit my throat, but I’ll bet anything you’re the opposite of dry between your legs. What do you think, love? Should we check?”
He whirls me around, pushing the air from my lungs when the hand on my throat curls around to the back of my neck. He pushes me down over the edge of the bed, my feet still on the carpet, my ass the closest thing to him.
“Well?” Silus asks. “Shall we make bets, or—”
“Fuck you,” I whisper against the mattress. I don’t resist; it’s useless to. It’s obvious he wants to feel what’s between my legs, and nothing I do will stop him. I have the feeling he’s not wrong about the state of my pussy.
Traitorous bitch.
The hand on the back of my neck travels down my spine. He leans over me and pulls up my t-shirt, exposing the strap of my bra to him. His large hand curls around my body, between the bed and my chest, and expertly folds the right cup of my bra so my tit is free. Silus’s fingers graze over my nipple, and I arch my back and stifle a moan.
His other hand does the same to my other tit, and he leans over me with both his hands cupping my tits, massaging them, tweaking my nipples like he knew they’d be hard, pebbled points.
I want to tell him to stop, that I hate him, and a whole host of other things, but I can’t. Nothing in my head makes sense, the least of all how good it feels to be bent over with Silus’s body pressing against my ass and his hands on my tits.
A minute passes and he pulls his hands away from my chest, running them down along my sides until they reach the waistband of my shorts. Still in my pajamas from the night before, when I couldn’t sleep. Never did fuzzy shorts feel more mortifying.
