I gagged on Alexander’s d**k, my eyes going wide and watering. I hit his thigh, my nails digging into his flesh until I drew blood.
He pulled his d**k away, and I gasped, coughing so hard that my whole body shook. I turned, glaring up at him, and he just stared blankly back.
“What the f**k is wrong with you?!” I screamed, my hand on my throat, my chest heaving.
“You said you wanted to suck my d**k,” he answered calmly, said d**k still out. “And that is what you were going to do.”
God, I’ve never wanted to smack someone so badly in my life. “So you plan to kill me with it?”
“Nobody has ever died from sucking d**k, beautiful.” The way he said it, you would think we were having a lovely conversation about the weather. “If you plan to make me c*m, you’ll have to do more than just lick.”
