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He goes further in one smooth motion, giving me more until I feel his tip push up hard against the back of my throat.
And then he keepsgoing. He moves past the point where I can breathe, and his hand comes down at the back of my head, forcing me forward more.
It’s way too fucking much.
My mouth is up all the way to his base, with my lower lip hitting the top of his sack and my nose shoved into the soft hair above it. When he pulls his hips back and then shoves in again, I gag on his size. It stretches my throat wide, too big for me.
The moment he feels me struggle, he exhales, looking down at me with his eyes half-lidded.
I can’t breathe.
“Does it hurt?” he murmurs.
But he must be aware that I can’t speak. My whole mouth is stuffed with him, warm and tight and stretched. He pulls out for a split second, teasing at giving me a break, but then he goes back in again fast before I get a chance. His soft moan fills the air above me as he grips the hair at the back of my head.
The edges of my eyes start to sting right before he finally takes mercy on me and pulls all the way out.
I gasp for a breath. I cough a couple of times, and he takes a breath too, singularly focused as he looks down at me.
“God,” he murmurs.
Enjoying your prize, with your freakishly large cock?
“Yes, it hurt,” I tell him.
“Did you like it?”
I breathe for a moment, pausing to try to convince myself I haven’t gone insane.
“Did you like it?” he repeats, more firmly.
The truth is devastating to admit.
“Yes.”
He nods. “Your mouth is perfect. It’s rare that a girl can take all of me, but you… fuck, I almost wish I had my supplies so I could paint you. Come here.”
He uses his thumb to push down on my chin, coaxing my mouth open for him again as I obey.
I’m too busy looking at the veins on his cock to pay much attention to what he’s saying, because I can’t figure out the physics of how the fuck I fit that whole thing inside me, either.
Inch after inch of him fills my mouth again. This time I’m slightly more prepared, expecting the amount of force he uses, so I lean into it, giving him a better angle for my throat.
He’s clearly crazy, but I have no ground to stand on either. My cock is straining against my pants, and I reach down and fumble to undo the top button and zipper, fishing it out until it’s freed.
I squeeze my fist around myself and moan in relief around his cock.
That feels better.
“Hey. You can’t come,” he utters, watching me with a burning stare. “Not ‘til I say.”
I find myself wondering why Chase thinks he has any authority over what I do.
I wonder if he’s always like this. He starts to fuck my mouth in earnest, like it’s a perfectly normal occurrence for him to use me, and even though he hasn’t been with a man, he certainly seems well acquainted with taking control.
I gasp for air again after he pulls out of my throat.
His green eyes are so arresting, like he’s taking something from me with his gaze.
