The heat that had been coiled up in my stomach all this while suddenly moved, strutting through my legs. It felt as if someone was fanning the flames.
"Your face… ugh… it's making me go crazy," he growled as he threw his head back in ecstasy.
He held me in place with just one hand while the other was busy stroking his hard, massive cock against my face.
Gross.
I turned my face to the side to stare at the floor, trying to deny the fact that I was aroused too. Why should I be turned on from watching another dude beat his own meat?
He suddenly grabbed me by the neck and drew me closer so his dick was touching my face.
I flinched and shot him a dirty stare. Of course, he had that annoying smirk playing on his fucking face.
"What ya thinking about, pup? You gotta pay attention in class, y'know."
"Fuck you."
"No sweat, just lemme fuck you first, okay?" he laughed.
"Now open up and let's see what you got." He ran his smooth fingers against my lips, caressing and trying to pry them open.
"Come on, I'm losing my patience." He suddenly switched from being playful to a more serious tone.
How does he do that? Whenever he speaks that way, it's technically impossible to resist. His voice holds a force that pulls you into fulfilling his request without even realizing it.
And so, without even realizing it, two of his fingers slipped into my mouth, and he played with my tongue.
"Suck on them."
"Huh?"
"Suck on my fingers. Or want something else?" he nudged my face with his hard dick again.
"No."
I started sucking his fingers like he wanted. Why is he doing this? He wants to fuck me, just fuck me. Why bother with all this?
"Hahh… keep going, use your tongue," he moaned, jerking himself off while he kept thrusting his fingers into my mouth like he was trying to reach for my throat.
I was starting to feel suffocated. It was as if his fingers were trying to stuff themselves down my throat. I gagged, then coughed. God, is this fucker trying to kill me?
He suddenly grabbed the back of my neck and held my head in position, preventing me from turning my head. Then he brought his cock closer and continued jerking off against my face. This time, he made sure to rub the chunky thing against my skin.
"Fuckkk," his deep, sexy voice growled as he…
Wait… don't tell me he's trying to…
Fuck. This complete bastard just came on my face.
I tried to wipe it off when he suddenly grabbed my hand.
"Don't. Let me take a good look first. Y'know, the first time I saw you, I couldn't help but wonder how your pretty little face would look when it's smothered with my cum."
"Bastard."
He laughed, then proceeded to wipe my face with a piece of cloth lying on the bed. I suddenly felt like wiping that fuckin' smirk off his face with a punch. Let's see if he'll still look so hot with split lips.
He pulled me up from the floor and guided me to the bed. Guess he's coming back to his senses after cumming all over me like a manwhore.
"Strip, baby. Now it's time for the main course," he whispered into my ear.
Great. Just when I thought he was finally acting like a normal person. Just how much more messed up could he be?
"You need my help undressing?" This time his voice came out low and throaty, as if he was trying to seduce me. His blue eyes were glinting in the almost dark room.
I gulped and pushed him aside, then stood up to remove my clothes. He lay invitingly on the bed, his eyes never leaving me for a second as he watched me with a seductive look on his face—the kind that I've only seen in movies.
God. He seems really turned on. I can only pray that I don't end up dead in his hands.
With just my underwear left, I walked towards him and lay on the bed, accepting my fate.
"Good boy. Although it turns me on when you act stubborn, I kinda like seeing you obedient."
"fucking Jerk."
"There you go," he whispered as he buried his head into my neck and began kissing and licking my skin.
"Hahh… you smell so good," he murmured as he nuzzled my cheeks.
He leaned in, shadows swallowing his face until all I felt was breath at my ear. A shiver shot down my spine.
I just lay flat there on the bed, letting him do whatever he wants. I mean, it's not like he'll listen to me if I ask him to stop, so why bother. I'll just have to put up with it for tonight.
Just one night.
His mouth suddenly came down on my nipples, and my back arched up without warning.
My breath hitched as his hand trailed down my waist, burning everywhere he touched, making it impossible to think
Fuck. What was that?
I had felt a pulsating sensation course through my entire body. He kept sucking on it, and a moan escaped my throat.
"Moan for me, baby. Don't hold it in," he coerced. With that tantalizing voice of his asking for more, I couldn't hold the second batch of moans coming.
This man. He knows exactly when to switch up between hot and cold—how to push my buttons and make me respond in ways I've never responded before.
He groped my butt and dragged down my underwear, inserting a finger in my h*le. And that jerked me back to reality.
"So fucking tight," he growled, rising up from the bed.
From the corner of my eye I could see him searching for something in the bedside drawer. He brought out a blue container that had no label on it and climbed back above me. As if to read my thoughts, he tilted his head and said to me,
"This is lube. It should help loosen you up a bit." He held my waist and drew me closer.
"Spread your legs."
I should push him off, or even scream, yet I found myself obeying him and opening my legs for him like a sex-depraved teenager.
I cursed my body as much as I tried to deny the fact that this man is ruining my body and giving me pleasures I have never tasted before.
Is it really right to feel this way?