"You’re kidding right?" I asked in disbelief.
Cassian’s gaze sharpened. "Do I look like I am?"
I swallowed, unsure of the line I was about to cross.
"You can’t do this." I fought back.
"What do you think I ant when I said I own you know?" His gaze remained sharp and piercing through without rcy.
I paused, reminding myself what I got into and then shoved my hesitations aside.
I moved awkwardly at first, tongue pressing flat against the underside as I bobbed my head, taking more of him in.
I pulled away but his hand was already there, wrapping around himself with that sa lazy stroke. "Go on," he said, voice flat as concrete. Just those two words, like he was ordering coffee.
My stomach turned. The taste from before was still on my tongue, sharp and wrong. I leaned forward anyway, hating every inch. My lips brushed the tip and I took him in, just the head, trying to rember how girls did this in porn.
It was hot and smooth and tasted like salt and skin. He made this small sound, not a moan really, just air leaving his lungs, and sothing twisted in my gut because my own dick jumped like it had a mind of its own.
I moved my head up and down, tongue pressed against the bottom like I was licking an envelope. It felt ridiculous. My jaw already ached and I’d barely started. My teeth scraped him accidentally and he shifted, making this annoyed sound.
He pulled back slightly, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop. ’You suck at this,’ he said flatly, looking at like a broken vending machine, voice devoid of heat, just stating a fact. No smirk, no edge, just boredom etched into his features.
Anger flared hot in my chest, mixing with the humiliation burning my face. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, glaring up at him. ’It’s not my fault, you asshole. I’ve never done this before.’ My voice ca out sharper than I intended, frustration spilling over because yeah, I was fumbling, but he didn’t have to point it out like I was incompetent.
Sothing flickered in his eyes, interest, maybe, sparked by the fire in my tone and the way my jaw set defiantly.
"Never?" He reached out, cupping my chin with one large hand and thumb brushing my lower lip. "Pretty mouth, though. Sha to waste it."
I glared even harder, as if it could do anything to recover my lost dignity.
His gaze dropped to my face, tracing my features slowly. ’You look good when you’re pissed,’ he murmured, almost to himself, the complint casual but hitting like a punch to the gut.
Before I could snap back, his thumb pressed past my lips, sliding into my mouth. I jerked, trying to pull away. ’What the... get that out,’ I mumbled around it, but he didn’t budge, his grip firm on my jaw.
He didn’t wait. Another finger joined the first, stretching my jaw open wider, and then he was pulling my face toward him. The tip pushed past my lips again, but this ti his fingers were still in there too, making my jaw ache in a whole new way. I could feel my mouth watering around the intrusion, spit running down my chin.
The thickness filled instantly, heavy on my tongue, and he guided deeper without a word, not thrusting yet, just letting feel the stretch.
Then, without warning, his hips snapped forward. The sudden shove buried half his length down my throat, cutting off my air. I gagged hard, eyes watering as I yanked back, coughing violently, strings of spit trailing from my lips to his glistening shaft. ’You bastard!’ I rasped, throat raw, wiping tears from my eyes. ’Are you trying to fucking kill ?’
Cassian tilted his head, expression unchanging. ’Didn’t want to give you the wrong impression that I was being gentle.’ His tone was even, like explaining the weather.
’Fucking psychopath,’ I spat, surging up on my knees, pulse racing with a mix of rage and sothing darker. ’This counts as sexual assault, you know that? I could sue your ass.’
’Oh?’ He arched a brow, the barest hint of amusent cracking his bored facade.
’Yeah, damn right. I’d drag you through court for this.’ My words tumbled out, fueled by the adrenaline, even as my body still humd from the unwanted thrill.
He smirked then, slow and tilting his head like he was humoring a child. ’I’d like to see you try.’
My hands were shaking. I wanted to stand up, walk out, do sothing. Instead I just sat there, tasting him in my mouth, feeling how my own pants had gotten tighter.
"Fuck you." I murmured under my breath, a string of words that did nothing to ease the tension coiling in my gut.
But his eyes flicked down to his cock, still hard and waiting, and he added flatly, ’You’re wasting ti. You’re nowhere close yet.’
Gritting my teeth, I leaned in again, wrapping my lips around the head. This ti, it slid easier than I expected, my mouth adapting to the girth even though it still felt like too much, stretching my cheeks. I inched forward slowly, tongue working the underside tentatively, trying not to choke.
Just as I found a hesitant pace, his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head forward. In one brutal motion, he shoved his entire cock down my throat, the thick length breaching past my gag reflex and lodging deep. I teared up again, throat convulsing around him, vision blurring as I struggled not to retch.
Through it all, Cassian smiled faintly. ’Rember to breathe.’
I tried—god, I tried—sucking in air through my nose, but his dick blocked everything, pulsing hot against the walls of my throat. He looked almost satisfied now, a flush creeping up his neck, his bored mask slipping. Slowly, he pulled out, inch by inch, until his cock rested heavy on my face, slick with my spit, the tip saring across my eyelids, then dragging down to rub against my lips, mixing precum with the ss.
I could sll myself on him, my mouth, my throat, the taste of my own surrender.
Then he pushed himself back, thrusting without a stop. The sounds were obscene, wet, choking noises I didn’t know I could make. Spit ran down my chin, onto my shirt. I could feel tears tracking down my face but I couldn’t wipe them away, couldn’t do anything but hold on.
I felt him swell in my mouth, felt the twitch that ant he was close. My own dick was so hard it hurt, pressed against my zipper. I wanted to reach down, just adjust myself, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t move my hands from where they gripped his thighs like they were the only solid thing in the world.
He exhaled sharply and then I felt it, hot and thick sliding down my throat. I swallowed on reflex, throat working around him, taking everything he gave . It seed to go on forever, my nose pressed against his stomach, his hand keeping there until the last spasm passed.
When he pulled out again, it was slow, deliberate. I felt every inch slide free until just the tip rested against my lips. My throat felt bruised, used. I sat back, gasping, and saw the wet spot spreading across the front of my trouser.
He looked down at , breathing hard now, that flush high on his cheeks. "See? Not so hard now, was it?"
I couldn’t answer. My voice felt like it belonged to soone else. He reached down and his cock, still half-hard, slapped against my cheek again, leaving new wet trails of cum and spit across my skin.
’Open,’ he ordered, voice low, pressing it against my lips. I opened without thinking, taking him back in. This ti it was easier, my throat had learned the shape of him, the way to let him in.
Then a knock. Two sharp raps on the door. "Sir? Permission to—"
"Later," Cassian snapped, not even looking away from . His hand tightened in my hair and he pushed deeper, cutting off whatever the voice was going to say.
"Good," he said, and the word sent heat straight to my groin. I hated how much I wanted to hear it again.
He started moving again, slow at first, building up that sa rhythm. I could feel my own dick twitching with every thrust, every ti he hit that spot in my throat that made my vision go white around the edges.
He picked up speed, overwhelming completely, using my mouth like a sleeve to jack into. My mind blanked out under the relentless assault, throat stretching further to take him.
Finally, he let his cock pop free again, a slick, wet sound echoing as spit strings connected us. ’Better progress,’ he said. I still didn’t break eye contact, holding his gaze as heat flushed my skin.
Maybe I got bold or desperate, I leaned in, licking up the underside of his shaft myself, dragging my tongue from base to tip, tasting the salt and musk.
Cassian’s eyes narrowed. ’Seems you’ve decided to stop being shy.’
’I’m just trying to get this over with,’ I shot back, voice hoarse, but my tongue flicked out again, betraying .
His smirk darkened in a predatory way. "Let help you out.’ He grabbed my head, pulling onto his full length once more, face-fucking with rough snaps. Obscene slurping filled the air, my throat bulging around him.
The foot ca out of nowhere, his shoe pressing against the bulge in my pants, just enough pressure to make groan around his cock. "It looks like I’m not the only one enjoying this," he said, his voice strained with pleasure yet amused.
I couldn’t deny it. Not with my hips trying to push up against his foot, not with the way my own orgasm was building low in my stomach. I focused on breathing, on the feel of him sliding in and out, on the way my throat had to stretch to take him.
He went faster, hips blurring, and I felt him twitch, swelling again. Without warning, hot gushes erupted, flooding my throat with thick cum for the second ti. I swallowed every drop, the endless pulses forcing it down until he finally pulled out with a wet slick, strings of spit dangling between us.
I stayed there, mouth open, breathing hard. He looked down at for a long mont, then stepped back. "Clean yourself up before you leave."
I looked down at the ss on my trouser, the wet spot that kept growing. I’d co without even touching myself. Without permission. The sha burned hot, but underneath it was sothing else, sothing I didn’t want to na.
He zipped up and walked to the door. "Next ti, use your tongue more. You’ve got potential."
The door clicked shut behind him. I stayed on my knees, tasting him, feeling the ache in my jaw and throat. My hands were shaking as I wiped my face. The taste lingered, salty and bitter and impossible to forget.
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