Page 19 of Broken Strings
“If you’re a good girl, I might get more jewelry for you. But be a bad girl, and it’ll be you getting the hardware.”
She opens her mouth, sliding the tip of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.
“Good girl. Take my cock all the way down your throat.”
I allow her to get adjusted to me, enjoying watching her at work. Fuckin’ beautiful.
Her hands move off my dick and she grabs my ass, pulling me further into her mouth. She pulls back suddenly. “Can I—”
“Can you what, sparrow?”
“Can we pretend I don’t want to? I, um, I want you to force me.”
My cock jerks at her request, eager to fulfill her fantasy. “Little slut, you want it rough, don’t you?”
She bobs her head and looks up at me, her eyes begging me to take what I want.
“Tap the back of my knee three times if it’s too much.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
With that one word, I’m on her. Cash winces as I grip the hair at her nape and yank her head back. “Open your mouth.”
“No,” she cries as she scrambles back until her ass hits the leather of the loveseat.
In this position, her head is directly by my crotch. I grab her jaw and press down until she opens her mouth slightly. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told, or I’ll make it hurt.”
She grips my thigh and digs her nails in viciously, forcing me to let go of her and step back. Cash scrambles off the sofa and heads for the door. I lunge after her, grabbing her hair and pulling her back. A pang of regret blooms in my chest because there’s no way that didn’t hurt like a bitch. But Cash said she wants me to be rough, so who am I to deny her?
“I’m not done with you, little girl. You’re not leaving this room until you’ve taken a hot load of cum into your pathetic mouth.”
Cash whimpers, grabbing her hair as I toss her on the loveseat. “Please don’t do this,” she begs. “I don’t want this.” Her chest heaves in a frantic rhythm.
I stalk toward her. “Pull up your skirt.”
Cash does the opposite, pulling her skirt down and pressing her knees tightly together.
I smirk before putting my hands on her knees and wrenching her legs apart. Cash whimpers at the loss of control, her eyes searching my face and her long black lashes blinking at me. With her legs wide open, I witness the wetness of her white panties. I drop to my knees, making direct eye contact with her pussy. “I thought you said you don’t want this, slut.”
“I-I-don’t,” she pants.
I fumble with the elastic of her panties, tearing them from her flesh. “Good girls wear white cotton panties. You’re just a worthless fuck hole. You won’t be needing these.”
Fuck, she looks so sweet, so perfect. I caress the side of her face. “It’s such a shame I’m going to make a mess of your pretty makeup.”
She opens her mouth to protest, and I glide my thumb on her bottom lip, smearing her lipstick over her cheek. “Now, are you going to open your mouth and take my cock in the back of your throat like a good girl, or am I going to gag you so hard you’ll throw up?”
Cash doesn’t move. She sits silently, her lips held firm in a straight line.
“Have it your way.”
I pinch her nostrils, cutting off her air. I have to give her credit; she doesn’t open her mouth right away. She waits so long that I start to panic and wonder if I should stop, but then I remember she has her safe word.
Her face goes red and her fists flail as her hands fly.
But this time, I’m ready for the fight. “Go on, Sparrow. Get it all out. But you know as well as I do that you’ll open wide.”
Cash finally gasps for breath, and I take advantage, pushing my dick between her lips and thrusting violently down her throat.