Chapter 112
Freya
I wish rage would boil in my veins, that it was the first emotion to hit me whilst staring at Ethan’s cock.
But it’s not
Even though we can’t be together, I’m attracted to him, and it runs so deep that simply seeing his dick in the open makes me feel uncomfortably hot under my clothes. Tendrils of something are creeping through my belly Descending lower and lower until it becomes almost impossible not to put my hand there to ease the pressure.
It’s a miracle I don’t. I’m burning up, so aroused that I keep staring at Ethan’s dick until he lets out a mean little chuckle, not the least bit ashamed of standing inside the elevator, totally exposed. He knows he is hot stuff. Gentle personality outside of the bed but a cocky asshat in the sheets. I shouldn’t like it, but I do. I like it a lo
“You’re looking at my dick like you want it in your mouth. There is an infuriating smugness in his voice. “You secretly a cockslut, lioness?”
A wave of unexpected arousal makes my pussy clench inside my damp underwear. It’s shocking how ready I am to give Ethan exactly what he
“Answer me.” Ethan says, his tone colder now. I look up to see his smirk gone. It’s replaced with an emotionless expression, and I try not to whimper when his dominant voice–the one he uses in bed–says, “If you don’t, then I won’t ask the same question again. I will walk our of here and never let your mouth close to my dick again.”
Those words break the dam, and while I know 1 shouldn’t get down on my knees and let another man take control of my life, I can’t help what the body wants
Slowly. I get down on my knees and place my right hand on Ethan’s hip. He is gorgeous, built like an athlete and his skin smells good–like he just showered this morning. It makes it pleasant to take his head inside my mouth, at least until his girth stretches my lips. He is bigger than my ex- husband, to the point 1 feel like a total amateur when I suck him.
But Ethan doesn’t mind one bit. He releases a deep breath above me and places his hands in my hair. “Such a good girl, he murmurs. “Choking on my cock like the little slut that you are.”
I take more of him into my mouth to muffle a humiliating whimper as my pussy clenches with me
more need. Men shouldn’t speak to women in this way, and I shouldn’t get off on it. I have nothing to my name, and I should be working hard to be an independent lady. I’m strong. I’m berce.
Ethan should respect me
My breaths are coming g out through my nose while my
mouth is locked around his fat cock. I can’t take all of him, yet it doesn’t stop me from trying as I bob my head up and down with tears in my eyes.
This is humiliating. But even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to stop pleasing my boss. I’m too aroused. Too determined to finish the job and be of use to Ethan
He barks out a laugh above me. “Fuck. Look at you–you’re shivering and wanting to touch yourself. You actually love this, don’t you? You might act like you’re a proud and fierce lioness too good to stay the night with me, but on the inside, you’re a dirty little cockslut. So hungry for me.”
As much as I hate to admit it. I love this. I also want him. Grave him in ways that terrify me. And right now, kneeling before him with his hand listed in my hair as he holds me in place, I know there’s no turning back.
When Ethan thrusts into my mouth, stretching my lips obscenely around his girth, I take him deep without hesitation. He hits the back of my throat, and 1 gag, fighting to relax as drool trickles down my chin.
“That’s it, lioness,” he purrs darkly, fisting his length as he pulls out. “Fucking choke on it.”
My eyes water but I don’t pull away y even though this is degrading as hell. He’s using me for his pleasure like a cheap fuck doll instead of praising
me for my work ethur like I deserve
But when Ethan pushes forward until lus heavy bulls slap against my skin, that thought disappears under a tide of molten need pooling in my core. Dirty slut is right. Tam starved for him.
Ethan begins to fuck my face faster then–grunting above me as he rails into my slack mouth. “Your throat feels so good,” he groans, tossing his head back. “Been dreaming about choking you on my cock from day one.
Drool drips off my chin with every thrust, but it doesn’t faze him at all because suddenly Ethan hauls me up by the hair until only his swollen tip slides past my lips.
“Suck.” he demands as I stare up at him dazedly, still catching my breath from being used so thoroughly.
And despite everything–despite how humiliating this is–I comply with a shuddering moan because deep down. I know exactly what I am…
I’m Ethan’s dirty little toy.
“Lick the slit.”
I do as he says, dragging my tongue over it again and again as if I’m trying to polish it clean.
- Ethan groans. “Such a good little throat sucker….”
My pussy tingles at the given praise. I love to feel needed and take him deeper. Ethan groans and pulls at my hair, shaking slightly. I have a feeling he is almost there and close my lips around tightly and suck while moaning
no weakness as his hips jerk to fuck
“You want me to cum inside your mouth, don’t you?” his voice is slightly out of breath, yet his movements show no my mouth. “It will make you feel accomplished, won’t it?”
“Mhmhm!” I try speaking, but his cock is lodged deep in my throat, so it comes out a garbled mess. I try sucking harder instead, bobbing my head vigorously as drool escapes from the comers of my lips. My eyes water from the force, but I don’t care. All that matters is giving Ethan what he
wants.
“That’s right, work for it,” he growls breathlessly as my tongue flicks over his slit again and again. “Gonna pump you full of cum like the dirty slut
You are
Ethan’s thrusts become erratic, signaling his impending release, and I brace myself for the inevitable flood of salty semen down my throat.
“Yes, continue to suck me just like that,” he hisses, his balls drawing up right against his body as he fucks my face harder, chasing his release. “Milk my cock like a good slut.”
I’ve never felt so filthy in my life, but something about the degrading words falling from Ethan’s lips only serves to stoke the fire building inside me. My panties are utterly drenched, and I know that if I could reach down right now, I’d find myself embarrassingly wet.
I could reach my own orgasm from sucking him.
Ethan groans above me, his rhythm becoming erratic a
as pleasure overtakes him. “Fuck…almost there…gonna fill your greedy mouth with cum.”
The thought of swallowing his hot seed has my own arousal spiking to ridiculous heights. I redouble my efforts, sucking him for all I’m worth as drool runs freely down my chin
“That’s it.” Ethan grits out through clenched teeth. “Fuck yes….ugh!”
With a strangled moan, Ethan hilts himself deep and holds me still as thick ropes of cum pump directly down my waiting throat. I swallow convulsively around his spurting cock, shuddering at the taste and texture even as forbidden heat floods my core.
And to my utter horror, I can feel my own orgasm rippling through me. A few shakes travel through me until I almost feel too weak to stay in place. Its a miracle I’m able to when Ethan pulls out with a soft hiss. His now–flaccid member slipping from between my puffy lips.
“Are you okay?” he asks, voice softer now, but I’m too humiliated to meet luis eyes.
I can’t believe I got off on
on sucking him!
Mortified by my own wet underwear, I stand up on shaky legs. Ethan moves to help me up, but 1 slap his hand away with my
my sullen eyes n
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cornes out as a growl. “I would just like to return to work.”
Ethan doesn’t pull back his hand. It stays in the air, as if he wants to but doesn’t dare to reach out. His eyes then wander to my knees, which must be bruised by now. They are hurting, and Ethan swallos
she feeling guilty?
No, he can’t be,
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Despite what I think, he asks, “Do you want me to give you the rest of the day off so we can take care of your knees!”
For some reason, I get angry. Does this young grasshopper think that just because I’m 30, I can’t handle giving head inside an elevator? That my body is breaking down already? It might be, but I’m too embarrassed to admit that and, therefore, don’t want his help. Fuck him. I mean it. It’s irritating how drawn I am to him when all he wants from me is just sex, nothing else.
And that is why I can’t accept Ethan’s help. If I did. I would probably fall in love with him, or something, which I can’t afford. I can’t fall for another man who will end up hurting me once I realize he doesn’t love me.
“I can handle myself, I snap. “You just stay in your own lane.
Ethan’s lips open as if he is going to argue, but something about the look I’m giving him makes him slump his shoulders in defeat and retreat,
“As you wish.”
