5

The thing he has in his hand should be castrated eunuch style. “Don’t just look.” He slaps the side of my mouth with the underside of his cock, his masculine smell invading my nostrils. “Make those revolting lips useful and suck.” “That’d be a fuck no. Thanks.” I start to get up, but the grip of his gun hits the top of my head and I fall back down. “I’m sorry. Did it sound like I was asking? Open your fucking mouth so I can use you like a nameless whore.” My head and knees throb, but I have a high pain tolerance, so physical discomfort has never really fazed me. It’s what he called me. A whore. Me, Gareth fucking Carson, a whore? This bitch has pushed every limit and will now die. Thanks for coming to my show. I open my mouth wide. The thought of letting someone use me, let alone a damn fucking man, disgusts me to my core, and it’s hard not to think about throwing up. It’s physically excruciating to be in this position and allow a cock into my mouth. But that’s okay because it’ll only last a second. The man thrusts his dick in my mouth. “I expected more resistance, but you seem eager to suck cock like a dirty little slut.” I look him in the eye as I clamp my teeth on his girth. I’m about to bite his limp dick off when he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs me back so hard, my neck nearly breaks. His cock slips out of my mouth as he points the gun beneath my jaw. “Do that again and I’ll fuck your ass raw. And I’ll make sure you bleed before I blow your head off.” I glare up at him. “Or you can just let me go, and I’ll consider not reporting you for sexual assault.” He laughs, the sound unhinged. “The same sexual assault you planned for Yulian? The one I actually have evidence for?” “One I didn’t go through with.” “But you would’ve if given the chance.” “Does a wrong cancel a wrong?” “No.” The motherfucker slaps my mouth with his cock as he digs his fingers into my cheeks—putting his repulsive fingers on me again. “But it sure feels good.” He forces my mouth open, and I let him. Mostly because his gun is now pointing at the top of my head, and I can’t die and have this prick move along with his life as if nothing happened. I also will not be fucked in this lifetime. Will never relinquish that type of control to someone else, and certainly not to him, as I’m sure he’ll make it as unpleasant as possible. Because his motive is revenge for what I intended to do to Yulian. A tit for tat. A way to make me taste my own medicine. His cock forces its way into my mouth and I try to stay calm. That’s my strongest suit, so it shouldn’t be this hard. I shouldn’t have to literally boil with the need to bite him off again. Harder. Rip his cock off. “Watch those teeth,” he says when my teeth graze his cock. “And be a bit more proactive. Suck. Show me how much of a whore you are.” I glare up at him. If he thinks I’m going to give him a blowjob, he’s in for a rude awakening. He must see it in my eyes as well, because he releases my cheeks and pulls at my hair. “You don’t want to? I suppose it doesn’t matter because I’ll be using this hole however I see fit.” I glare harder. Just get it over with, motherfucker. Let’s hope he’s not like me and actually finishes fast like the rest of the limp-dicked assholes. “You need to stop looking at me like that. The way you hate me makes my cock hard.” I feel it, the veins in his shaft pulsing, his size growing bigger in my mouth until my jaw hurts. And then he does something. He thrusts so deep inside, it hits the back of my throat, bringing my face too close to his groin. I can’t breathe. Moisture stings my eyes and I hold on to my cool. But I still can’t breathe. It’s amazing how the human body is designed for survival. My hands slap on his thighs, trying to push him away, but my strength only allows me to grab onto him. The edges of my vision blur, accompanied by a hum in my ears, and he starts developing a twin. “That’s more like it. I love the sight of those eyes dripping with tears.” He pulls back, and I barely choke on an inhale before he rams back in again, my head banging against the door. “Seeing you in such a mess is a fucking turn-on.” And the sick motherfucker means it. His dick grows thicker and heavier in my mouth as he thrusts in and out, using my tongue for friction, not caring about the saliva, snot, and tears that trail down my chin. “You’re surprisingly good at taking cock.” He shoves me against his groin and keeps me there. Choking me. Making me touch him. His zipper scratches my chin, and I claw at his thighs, my fingers desperately clinging to the fabric, his skin, anywhere I can touch. “Or more accurately.” He thrusts, knocking my head against the door. “You’re good at being used.” This bitch is going to suffocate me to death. I’m going to die with a cock in my mouth. With a man using me. In a snap decision, I move my lax tongue, licking the underside of his cock, thinking about the blowjobs I get on the regular, then suck. Mostly how I like to be sucked but don’t voice it, because girls can’t or prefer not to do it. They don’t go hard and deep, to the point it hurts a little. I think he likes it, because his violent thrusts stop.