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Can’t breathe.
Rather than panic, I relaxed into his grip like the girls in those porn videos did, allowing him to use me, my nostrils flaring as he cupped my chin. He backed off enough so I could suck in air. Then shoved in again fully, straight into my throat.
My stomach heaved at the force of my gag reflex, but he held steady, blocking off my stomach’s contents, and I swallowed to keep from spewing through my nose.
“Christ,” he swore through clenched teeth, his abs contracting, his hiss tingling from my nipples to my clit. “So goddamn hard for you—always.”
Can’t. Breathe.
My hands found his hard thighs, my fingernails digging in but not enough to break skin. I couldn’t make a sound past the thick cock choking me.
I shouldn’t like that I knelt before him in a worship position, that arousal continued to grow between my legs at his harsh use of my mouth and the tight hold he had on my hair. Even buzzed, shame filtered through, Mother’s words of purity and saving myself for someone I loved making me close my eyes.
“Look at me.”
Nostrils flared, desperate for air, I did as told. Hooded and heated with lust, his eyes stared down at me, his chin tilted upward like I was less than him. A worthless hole to get him off.
Rather than dig my fingernails into his skin and draw blood, my lungs attempted a whimper. My core spasmed.
“Princess…”
I didn’t pull away as he eased up, allowing me to breathe. I didn’t bite down on his thrusting length like Mother had told me to do if a guy ever forced me into something I didn’t agree to.
Nope. I leaned forward, allowing him to fuck my face like he owned it—because I wanted him to use me.
“Fuck, yeah. Take it all, princess. Swallow down every drop I’ve got for you.” His fist knotted in my hair. Yanked me forward to meet his thrusting hips, tingling pain rippling over my scalp.
A moan rose from my chest, and I squeezed my thighs together. I liked it, I realized—no, I loved his grunts, his curses, like I’d brought him to his knees.
That vortex of energy swirled between us, a connection neither of us could deny.
I held his gaze as he used me and came undone.
Two more thrusts, and he jammed in deep again, an eruption of salty cum shooting into my throat, gagging me.
His deep groans pulsed through my core as I struggled to swallow every thick spurt, and I whimpered, desperate for him to touch me, to give me the same relief shuddering through him.
“Goddamnit.” Gideon pulled away and slowly pressed back in my mouth with a last tremor, an excess of his cum dribbling down my chin as he held my stare. The heat in his eyes faded, the coolness from when I’d first met him taking over his blue orbs. “Thought you were an innocent princess,” he said, backing off and letting go of my hair as his cock slid from my tongue, “but you suck dick like a queen.”
Warmth shouldn’t have curled in my belly at his praise.
“Been watching porn, Addilyn? What do you think Ingrid would say if she learned her sweetheart wasn’t as pure as she bragged?”
My breath hitched as heat singed my face, and a prickle of shame crawled over me.
Gideon smirked down at me, his chin once more tilting up. “Look how the mighty princess has fallen—”
My insides ignited, and I did dig my fingernails into his thighs until he yelped, hopping back beneath the shower’s spray. “The fuck!”
“Go to hell, jackass” I spit—literal remnants of his cum coating my mouth—at him and spun on my heel, stumbling like a drunken idiot to escape the bathroom.
I yanked the door shut behind me, but I could feel Gideon’s gaze through the oak. I could taste him on my tongue. The lingering thickness of him still aching my throat.
Insides jumpy with the need to punch something, my eyes welled, and I cursed every bad word I knew. Cursed Gideon, cursed his dad. Most of all, I swore at myself for being such a weak idiot and giving into what Mother had warned me about. Submitting to lust. Soiling my purity. Allowing a man to take advantage of the filth I’d filled my mind with.
I’ll blame the alcohol.
I burrowed beneath my blankets and called Jenny, spilling it all, sharing my dirtiest, darkest secret, every second of what had transpired, same as I always did to the one person I could trust. Yet she didn’t offer comfort for my tears or my confused emotions, just what sounded a lot like jealousy.
