Cruel

Chapter 4

Sutton

Is it a bad thing I want him so desperately in my mouth? It's not his pleasure that concerns me, it's mine I'm thinking about first. I should object just to maintain some sense of pride, show him that I have dignity, but I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame with no part of me wanting to say no.

I walk over to Caleb, briefly making eye contact, both of us garnishing a straight-laced expression on our faces, lust radiating through our stares.

His legs are splayed wide open, letting me take my place in between. I want to bring my lips to his but I don't, afraid he might get mad because he's not the one initiating the kiss. Instead, I begin nibbling at the nape of his neck, my hands working his pants undoing the restraints that hold in his bulging erection. It struggles against the fabric in an attempt for freedom, for air it so desperately needs to breathe.

Caleb let's out a moan in contempt, more than satisfied with my approach. My fingers are on his length, releasing him from the confines of his boxers that apparently he does own.

I start to stroke, using the moisture from his head to slick my hand, rubbing him up and down, my mouth still feathering his neck, licking and nibbling while I inhale his intoxicating expensive cologne.

His hands are wandering my body, exploring my anatomy in a famish fueled expedition, massaging from my breasts to my waist and back. What his touch does to me is irrefutable. I'm already trembling in excitement and fear, afraid that whatever is between us is only temporary and will eventually come to an end.

I start to bring my head down between his legs, my knees on the floor, my hands on his thighs, my lips attaching to the tip of his c**k. My tongue brushes the top with a swirl, circling and licking, finding out he tastes just as good as he looks and f***s.

He rollicks in the sensations, groaning in pleasure, writhing in his seat.

"That's it baby, show me what that gorgeous mouth of yours can do." He puts his hands on my head, pushing me further down, so I swallow him in one big gulp.

"Yeah, that's it. Suck my c**k beautiful, take it all in." Caleb works my head over him as I suck, gliding up and down with my tongue moving along his fluctuating muscle that vibrates down my throat.

My need to go faster increases, feeling how hard he is growing, knowing it's because of me his body is filled with such bliss. My hand is stroking in sync with each inhale and exhale I take.

Caleb McIntyre is blessed in every way it counts. He's handsome, he's rich, he has a c**k that is huge and he knows how to use it.

I can feel the pressure beginning to build, every part of this man's body tensing under my grasps. His hands have become frantic, his hold harshening, his thrusts impatiently executed, he's ready to explode, I'm ready to taste his cream.

He grunts and growls, rocking his hips upwards, downwards until his body is a solid mass shooting out his warm release.

I continue sucking, swallowing each drop down until I've milked him complete, a sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips.

I stay on my knees wiping my swollen lips with the back of my hand, Caleb refastening his pants, "I'm not a prostitute you know." I spurt out feeling the need to defend myself. This is the second time I've thrown myself at his mercy, never even having a real conversation with him in the little time I've known and been around him. I don't like the idea that anyone, especially him, would think I would so easily concede to someone's demands, especially when it pertains to giving myself up sexually.

He lifts me off my feet, whipping me around so my back is to his front and positions me on his lap. His chin falls to my shoulder, his hands tightly situate on my breasts, pulling me back against him so I'm firmly locked in his embrace.

"You haven't signed our agreement but you will. I know you're not a slut, but you are my little w***e. I own you now, you belong to me Sutton Danvers, and I'll do with you as I please," he says forcefully in his husky voice, speaking the words directly in my ear, the heat from his breath sending a shiver down my spine.