Suck Me Off
1114 Words
Alana's POV
I arched into him shamelessly, rubbing myself against him and I felt his c**k harden underneath me.
He breathed so hard against my back like I was killing him. He sounded so frustrated and I felt like for a second there, I mattered to him.
In all, I was just a simple plaything.
“Stop. Not now.” He said, so I stopped and waited for his next instruction.
“Open your legs for me, baby.” He said softly, like he had forgotten himself.
Weakened and so in need, I did as he asked and opened up then he reached for the delicate flesh in between my legs and I whimpered. He grunted in frustration when my panties obstructed him from touching my mound.
“What are you wearing panties for? I will get rid of all you own. My intention is to do with you whatever I want, whenever I want it at any f*****g place, and I expect you to be f*****g ready.”
His voice kissed my skin, made me flush and caused goosebumps to erupt my skin the second he forcefully broke it away from me. Immediately, he found his way to my hole and stabbed two fingers in it.
I cried out, sniffling my moan as I arched into him hungrily like a wild animal.
“Get your hands off your mouth. He said angrily as he slapped it off my face. “It's my f*****g house. I want you to be loud.”
“B-but my sister.”
“We don't give a f**k about her now. Remember that.” He scoffed and it hurt me because truly, we could get caught here.
I left her in my room and I had no idea if she could probably wake up if she had low blood sugar episodes.
“But-”
“Shut the f**k up and scream.”
I sighed in resignation, then he resumed with his fingers, going torturously slow as he finger-f****d me to tears.
I felt like I couldn't breathe, like I was chasing my orgasm but he snatched it every time I got near.
He knew what he was doing. He knew that he was tipping me over the edge and driving me crazy with need.
“Please, please, just please Ryan. Don't do this to me.” I begged with everything I had as he tore my legs apart further, sticking his hands deeper and bringing it out just when things got exciting.
“You like it when I tease you like a w***e, don't you?” He whispered against my ears, and I was too turned on to cook up a coherent response. I couldn't think anymore.
“You like it when I lick on your earlobe like this,” then he proceeded to do just that and I moaned.
Finally, he increased the pace like I wanted. He f****d me so hard and deep, I forgot to breathe. Now I was scared of his c**k. If this was how he f****d with his fingers, how would I survive the same treatment with his d**k? Fear gripped me, and it increased the thrill.
Soon I stopped chasing my orgasm as I finally caught it. It exploded through me, through all my veins and nerves. My pulses shook, as if they weren't familiar with this type of release. I shook on his arms involuntarily, panting heavily.
He pulled out, then I watched him lick his fingers. He rubbed my c**t again, then forced his fingers into my mouth.
“You taste so f*****g good.”
I didn't respond, still in awe, then he laughed. A genuine, gentle laugh. It was unlike anything I had ever seen and even though I was still under the influence of the works of his fingers, I couldn't ignore how beautiful this man was. I couldn't stop shamelessly staring at his face.
He just shook his head after he got tired of watching me stare at him.
“Such a weak girl. Get down. You need to please me too.”
On wobbly feet, I got down and he stood up and took my hands. From there, he took me to the living room. I found it hard to walk but I soon got the hang of it. My heart danced. His fingers felt so good.
He sat down on a couch, spread his legs apart and pushed me towards him so I could stand between them.
Then he reached for his shorts and brought out his hard, long d**k, already leaking with pre c*m. I gulped as I stared at it.
“Go on.” He said.
“What?” For a second there, I was confused. He eyed me.
“I want you to suck me off. Put that mouth to good work. Hurry, it's hurting already.”
“You mean, a blowjob?” I asked, understanding coursing through my veins.
“What is wrong with you? Get on your knees and suck me off. You've never had d**k in your mouth before? You're such a maryjane. Well too bad, we'll start with mine, and you'll suck until I'm satisfied. I'll corrupt you so hard you'll beg me to let you go.” He spat out, almost angry and frustrated.
His threats danced around my ears and even though they were terrifying, I couldn't stop the red that stained my cheeks from forming, full blown across them. It was awfully embarrassing.
I came back to my senses. Of course I've sucked off before. It just brought about sad memories with Tony. He made a fool of me, always taunted me and complained about how poorly I went down on him.
“I have.” I said softly but I guess mostly to myself since he didn't hear me.
“I said I have.”
“What? Say the bad words, whore.” He teased.
“I've had d**k in my mouth before.” I said shyly, sweats breaking out on my skin from nowhere.
“So you have, then why are you acting stupid?”
“My partner didn't really like it.”
“Do it then when we are done, I'll rate you and if it's bad, we'll do it everyday until you improve.”
Fear and thrill. I felt both at good measures as he spoke.
“Okay.” I slowly went on my knees and just before I could put it in my mouth, I stilled when I heard my name in the distance.
“Alana, please help me. Alana, please, get me sugar. Where are you?”
It was Amanda crying out hurtfully, and I knew what that meant.
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