Primal Pursuit

“Harder. Faster,” he growls. “Make me believe you want me to rape that pretty mouth of yours.”

His words should shock. They don’t. They turn me on. I want him to chase me, pin me down, take me like he’s taking me against my will. And it’s like he can read my mind.

He forces me hard, fast, brutally on his cock, and I’mcoughing and gagging and drooling with each plunge down his thick shaft.

“That’s so fucking good, Rabbit. When you gag, it hits my cock just fucking right. And all that drool makes everything so wet. So slippery. Your mouth is perfection.”

And then he makes me work him harder.

“Slow down, Rabbit.”

Shock hits me.

He’s not forcing my head. He’s not making it hard, fast, or brutal. His hand is in my hair, but there’s only one person working my mouth on his cock. Me. I’m doing it. I’m reveling in it all.

The thought should make me pull away and run for real. But it only spurs me on. Makes me hotter.

But I do as he says and go slower. I suck him down deep, hold him there as long as I can, short little bobs so he just slams into the back of my throat before pulling back. Over and over.

I want to pleasure him. I want him to like this. I want his fucking stamp of approval. How’s that for messed up?

“Fuck.” Davian sucks air through his teeth, and I glance up at him. He’s watching us in the mirror, me on my knees feeding on his cock. And his face, his expression is all hard lines of lust, a primal desire that reflects from his cold, green eyes.

I reach between my legs, gathering my arousal, dipping my finger through my slit before cupping his balls with the same hand, massaging them, and I extend my wet finger to rub his perineum, to touch his anus.

“Oh. Fuck. Me.”

Now he grabs my head and takes control. He slides allthe way in and then back until he’s almost out. He does this in smooth moves that are relentless. I can barely breathe. And I’m so focused on his cock in my mouth, his balls that start to tighten, and the feel of his ass. I want him to detonate.

“Oh, shit. Motherfucker.” He pants, thrusting his hips, coming undone at the seams, and I fucking love it. His euphoria is my aphrodisiac, my ecstasy.

I shove my finger into his asshole, and he grips my hair so tight, my skull burns as he rams right to the back of my throat.

“Jesus. Fuck!” He pulls out. “I’m gonna fucking come. Open your mouth.”

He’s panting, groaning as he jerks off into my mouth, some of his cum hitting my face, but most of it ends up on my tongue.

“Do not fucking swallow.”

Davian staggers from me and grabs the sink, his legs shaking.

“Fuck me. Who the fuck taught you to stick your finger up a man’s ass?”

“Mmmm-oooo.” It’s the closest to ‘you’ as I can get without swallowing or spilling his cum.

He sucks in air and shudders it out, rolling his shoulders before swiping his fingers through his hair. “Fair enough, Rabbit.”

Davian comes back and grins at me.

Without a word, he reaches two fingers into my mouth, right to the back, and I gag, trying not to spit. There’s a wicked light in his feral gaze as he pulls his fingers free, slanting his head to the side, dragging his finger aroundmy face. He’s painting me with the kind of concentration and obsession of an artist. My cheeks. My chin. My throat. Once over my lips.

“Stand, whore.”

I get up on shaking legs. There’s something about the name calling that ignites a spark inside me. I shouldn’t like it. But I fucking do. I’m lost in the moment, lost in him. Right now, I’d fight him to the death as well as do anything for him, and they both make perfect fucking sense.

Davian turns me to the mirror and dips his fingers back into my mouth. “Look,” he rasps. “Look how fucking beautiful you are stained with my cum.”

He moves in front of me but doesn’t restrict my view as he paints my breasts, my nipples, my stomach, sliding down to my pussy lips, and I moan as his touch reminds me how desperate I am for release.