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“Didn’t I warn you not to so much as scrape me?” he snarled, brushing his finger over my jaw, wiping a bit of BBQ sauce from me, then brought it to his lips and licked it clean. “Or do you want to make me angry?”

His eyes darted down my body, a smile spreading on his lips after he noticed how hard I was. Even harder than before he slapped me.

Honestly, I had no idea what was going on with my body, and if my cock weren’t about to burst any second now, I might have been more alarmed. But currently, all I cared for was getting off.

“Seems like you do… what a naughty dog you are.”

“Shut up—ugh,” I groaned when he pulled my hair by its roots.

“Attaboy.”

My breath caught, and I held still, not resisting his aggression until he smiled.

“Now, then, should we try again?” he asked, voice ice-cold.

Like the dog he claimed me to be, I nodded, and he finally let go of my hair.

“Open your mouth.”

I did.

“How obedient.”

My skin tingled with anticipation as he grabbed the base of his cock.

“Come over here.”

I stumbled forward, eyes meeting his for a quick second before he thrust the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Go on, make me come.”

It was as if his amber eyes had me under a spell because I found myself unable to think. I should have beaten him to a pulp, but instead, I just wrapped my lips around his cock, groaning as I did. Already obsessed with the taste of him, I took him deeper, loving the way his dick slowly stiffened inside my mouth. I began to move, bobbing up and down his length, my lips stretched around his thick girth. The smell of the cheeseburger smeared on my face mixed with his clean scent as I continued to blow him. I thought he’d thrust his hips and fuck my mouth, but he just stood there, his eyes following me like a hawk as if testing my abilities. It made my dick so hard I feared it would explode, and desperate, I reached down and cupped myself over my pants.

Fuckkk.

But then, he grabbed my head and pushed it forward, his cock deep-throating me out of the fucking blue. I gagged, but he didn’t buck and instead kept my head pressed to his groin.

“Who said you could touch yourself?” he asked, kicking my hand away before placing his foot on my cock, pressing down against it. And even though I still had my jeans on, it was enough. Heat surged through me, tightening low in my stomach as his dick blocked my airways and his foot massaged my erection. My head began to spin, and my vision turned blurry when I burst. Still under his foot, my cock jerked, and I came in my jeans, hardly able to grasp reality. It was so intense every part of me shuddered, and I nearly blacked out when it was over in a second, and he pulled back.

Finally able to breathe, I gasped for air, choking and coughing while feeling like my throat was on fire.

“How disgusting,” he said while I still panted on the floor.

Without giving me a moment to spare, he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back before he brought his dick to my face and began stroking himself. His eyes were locked with mine the whole time; the only thing shining through them was pure disdain, like I wasn’t even a human.

It was… brutal. But I couldn’t seem to care, not with how hot watching him was. Despite his deranged brain, every part of him was pure perfection. From his sculpted muscles to his smooth skin to his face, it was all just fucking with my head, making me want more.

He gripped himself so hard veins drew along his arm. He increased his pace, his hand moving faster over his cock until he came all over my face, his cum landing on my eye, cheek, and mouth. I’d never felt dirtier in my life, and trust me, I’d had my fair share of filthy moments. Yet, at the same time, it was also oddly addictive.

Ready for a repeat almost immediately, I glanced up at him, expecting to see the familiar hatred in his golden eyes, when I was caught off guard by an empty, hollow look. Staring into the abyss, he suddenly seemed frightened, like some scared little kid. This shred of humanity in a man who had thus far seemed demonic made this moment even more surreal. He was completely disconnected, to the point where I almost felt sympathy for him.

“Ariyan?”

As if snapped out of a trance, he looked around before his eyes locked on me, pure rage taking over his angelic features.

“What are you looking at?” Before I could answer, he grabbed my face, smearing his cum all over it, then let go and moved away.

The hell is wrong with this psycho?