17: Fucking Mine

LILLIAN

“Open,”

He ordered, his hand clenching my hair, allowing no room for negotiation, hitting me across the lips with his dick and I had no other choice but to relax my jaw.

“Good girl,” he smirked.

The tip of his dick slipped between my lips.

Okay, he isn’t big, he is huge.

I have seen a fair share of male genitalia in my life, and I have sucked a fair share of male genitalia.

But Xavier’s was by far the longest… and the widest. I had to widen my lips to accommodate more of his size, and he slowly eased his way in, his breath coming out labored and ragged.

“If you really want to enjoy this, relax your cheeks and loosen your jaw.” He instructed and I did as he asked, knowing that not doing what he asked would result in something more brutal. “You have the option to enjoy this, but if you resist, it might only feel bothersome… for you, of course.”

I heeded, hallowing my cheek and loosening my jaw to take more of him in. Then I swirl my tongue around his tip, holding his gaze as I did so, wanting to watch the reaction that crossed his face.

His jaw clenched, and his breathing became faster.

“That’s right,” his voice was husky, deeper. “Use your tongue,” his tone was gentle for the first time.

I continue to do that, hoping that it would somehow ease him enough and I get this over and done with. I didn’t take more of him in, didn’t want to. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t take all of him. His tip was already touching my throat and he wasn’t even half way in yet.

But Xavier didn’t seem satisfied, a deep frown creasing across his forehead.

“I’m not satisfied,” he growled, tightening his grip on my hair with one hand and using the other to seize my jaw and force my mouth open more.

“I did tell you that I want to fuck your mouth, so I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

And with that, he thrusted his entire length all the way to the back of my throat. My eyes widened as I sputtered, choking on my saliva and the length of him.

Fuck!

I gagged and my eyes began to water but even with that, I could see him throw his head back against the wall as a strangled groan escaped his lips.

I wasn’t sucking him anymore. He was fucking my mouth just like he said he would.

Brutally.

His grip on my hair tightened, holding me as he continued to thrust in and out, plundering in and out of my throat and not caring if I was choking or not… or maybe he even relished in the discomfort he was causing me.

Tears that had gathered in my eyes began to fall down my face, but he didn’t flinch or pause even for a second, not letting me take even a sliver of a breath.

“I’m going to be fucking your throat for a while so you had better relax it if you don’t want to bruise it.” Xavier ordered, his voice thick with arousal as he continued slamming his dick into my throat again and again.

Tears kept falling down my eyes.

Drool and precum trickled down my chin and neck as he continued thrusting in and out of my mouth with one hand holding my jaw to make sure my mouth stays open, and his other hand to hold my head in place.

His thrusts were not gentle, they were violent and punishing and I couldn’t take it. But Xavier seemed to be getting off on it because he just kept getting bigger and bigger in my mouth.

The lack of air in my lungs made me feel lightheaded. Trying to push him off was futile because he wouldn’t budge.

The worst part was the fact I could feel my legs throbbing and inner thigh pulsating. Xavier wasn’t the only one getting off on this. My body was betraying me and getting off on this too.

I was getting wet.

I’m fucked in the head. I’m so fucked in the head to be getting off in this.

And just when I was starting to feel like this was never going to end and Xavier would rupture my throat, he let out a guttural sound and warm, salty liquid hit the back of my throat, causing me to choke and remove my lips from dick.

This didn’t help matters because his cum spluttered all over my face and ran down my chin, sticky and hot, mixing with my tears. Rugged breaths racked my chest and I inhaled and exhaled in rapid succession, choking out sobs.

I sunk to the floor, feeling completely humiliated.

"So beautiful," he growled, a possesive tone in his voice as he raised my chin with the tip of his finger. There was a strange look in his eyes as he looked at me. It was possesive and darl as hell. “So ethereal and so fucking mine.”

He growled and with that, walked out of the room without so much as a glance back.

I bury my face into the floor, tears streaming down my face.