Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
I gaze up at him. The saying “the eyes are the window to the soul” has real meaning as I look deeper into Malachi’s piercing gray eyes. I may as well drown in an ocean because they have the same pull—an illusion of calm, but under the I of beauty, a riptide lies dormant ready to pull you under.
“Don’t be shy, Tiger. Open up nice and wide,” Malachi says.
I lick my lips and stare at the pre-cum leaking from his thick, long cock. I enjoy sucking dick, maybe even more than having someone go down on me. There’s power in the act, and watching a man like Malachi fall on his knees because of what I can do with my mouth is beyond tempting.
“I bet your pussy is gushing at the idea of choking on my cock.”
My lips part, and he enters my mouth slowly at first. But then he thrusts hard, and the back of my head slams against Ezra’s mahogany desk. I push against Malachi to slow him down, but he ignores me, and my resistance has the opposite effect.
Instead of backing off, he pushes forward, fucking my mouth like it’s a vagina. He pushes until I gag and saliva froths from the corners of my mouth. Breathing becomes almost impossible. It’s like being underwater and holding your breath.
I would bite down, but fear prevents me from doing so. The uncertainty of what Malachi will do to me is a greater concern than the possibility of dying on his cock. Perhaps he wasn’t being playful when he said I was going to choke on it because that’s exactly what’s happening.
“You know your throat gets tighter when you can’t breathe? It feels like I’m taking a tight little cunt or a virgin ass. You think I should do this to the fucker when I kill him for you? I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut? I could cover myself in his blood from the stab wounds I’ll inflict at the same time as he gags all over my big fat cock.”
He’s describing a hideous act, yet I find it titillating. I’m the product of my environment. My parents raised me to be pious and pristine in a world of debauchery and disgust. They wanted to mold me into a good girl but showed me the opposite. I shouldn’t be surprised that I also have a lust for blood, vengeance, and violence.
Malachi pulls out of me, leaving me with a sense of longing and emptiness. I gasp for breath and choke on the saliva cascading from my mouth onto my naked flesh.
“Whores like you love cum, don’t you, Briar?”
“Sure I do, but you seem to be a little bitch who can’t deliver.”
Malachi fists my hair and tugs so hard that I think he might rip it from my scalp as he pulls me away from the desk. “You’ve got a safe word, Tiger. You gonna use it?”
“Why? You too tired and need me to tap out?”
His lip curls in a sadistic smile before he pulls me back to the floor. He brings his booted foot over my body and shoves it between my thighs, forcing my legs further apart.
Ezra grips Malachi’s dick and slaps my face with it. “Open up, cunt.”
My mouth falls open, and Malachi thrusts inside as he leans his weight on my face, forcing me to the ground. My nostrils meet his balls, and I scream on his cock as the first blow of a ruler lands on my open pussy.
“Any time you want to use that word, go ahead,” Malachi taunts.
A firm grip on my ankles lifts my legs. “I missed this sweet cunt, Fawn,” Ezra says as he positions his dick at my entrance.
Malachi laughs as he hits me again, this time directly on my clit as Ezra penetrates me. “Since your whore mouth is stuffed full, if you need to tap out, just hit my hip.”
They want to break me. They want me to be the helpless prey to their predator, but it’s them who will end up broken.
My body is on fire from the pain and pleasure the two of them are unleashing on me. They thrust in unison, going deep and moving their hips quickly.
The ruler hits the ground, and pain throbs through my clit as the binder clip is removed. The pain doesn’t last long as a warm tongue sweeps against my tender flesh. Malachi glides the tip of his tongue up and down my slit, putting pressure on my clit. He laps at me like a man starved or someone searching for a truth he never conceived he would discover.
“I always knew you’d make the perfect slut, Fawn. I needed someone who would be open, who would try new things and experience new sensations. I used to fear that you’d fall apart at the first sign of who I truly was. I thought you’d break at the idea of seeing me bare. But you didn’t, did you, Briar? That day in the forest, you didn’t say no because of who I was. You said no because of who you were. But let me give you what you crave, Briar. Let us give you everything.”