Page 61 of Mortala
“There we go.Jus’ like that.”
Elias lowers into a crouch, crowding my space as he watches me defy all instinct to snap his fingers off.Debased, salivating, and my face wrecked with the evidence of my weakness, there’s nowhere else I rather be.I want him here, with me, descending into nothing for the sake of belonging.
I want him.
Whatever fucked-up shit is between us, I need it.It’s the very breath he denies me as liberation sings in the distance.
“Not so mouthy now.No begging or pleading.Just a kneeling, pink-faced, wreck,” he goads.
Like the asshole he is, Elias leans in and rakes his nose through my hair with hot puffs of air, settling near my ear.Tirelessly, abused knuckles scrape over the sharp edge of my teeth as he owns me.
“I can smell how wet you are.Drenched from me fucking your pretty mouth?”
I could lie; shake my head, close my eyes, and act as if I’m unphased.But I know the fib won’t hold up.He’s nowhere near done and the thought thrills me to no end.
So, I shake my head.
“No?Not a fan of liars.If I strip you down and spread you apart, you won’t be soaked from front to back?”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
My mouth aches.
“I find that hard to believe.You have one more chance, and if you lie…” His words trail off.
Steady on the balls of his feet, rich green eyes lock onto the cracks in my facade.His stare’s a silent threat, hanging like ripe fruit, and I’m starving.
“‘L…Lias.”
“Wrong answer.”
Without warning, he shoots up and towers over me.One boot shifting to the outside of each knee, practically straddling me where I kneel.The suddenness makes me flinch but I don’t get too far while he’s still fisting my hair.
His dick taunts me as he strokes himself with a firm grip an inch or two away from my mouth—I’m bewitched, watching him pleasure himself.
Slap.
Hot and fierce humiliation scorches through me.Surprise illuminates my face when I look up to him, only for him to slap his heavy cock against my cheek again.A phantom imprint feels like a fresh brand blistering my skin—look at this cock slut.
Elias capitalizes on my moment of disbelief by feeding his cock back into my mouth, this time he shows no mercy.Fucking my throat full of precum and drool, the vulgar squelch spurring him on.I heave and gurgle on my screams, when my hands disobey and force him back.
I wanted to be punished; to prove I could worm around him and crush enough of his spirit he can’t breathe with or without me.Delicious irony.Just when I think he’s going to choke me out, he rips away, hooks his hands under my arms and hauls me off the floor.
My hands connect with his chest the second my feet anchor down—lips numb and sensitive, throat tender from the aggression, sends my anger flaring.
“Get away from me!”
Elias swings, grabbing a wrist, and spins me like I weigh nothing—like I am nothing.Like he hasn’t spent years pretending to care about me.Asshole’s so fast my brain jounces inside my skull, but I quickly forget about the dizziness when pain spears through my arm.
Wasting little time, his weight slams against my back, obstructing my escape if I so much as think of weaseling my way out.Arching, pushing, fighting to flee his grasp, he binds an arm around me and yanks me to him so hard it knocks the air out of me.
Snaring my throat, he restricts my air flow.At the small of my back, his swollen cock grinds a mixture of saliva and precum into my clothing.
I silently cry for help, my ears burning through hard jerks and desperate attempts at gasping.One second is all he allows when I start to scream.
