Ashes to Ashes | A Kylo Ren Story

17. No one puts little rebel in the corner.

-"I won't be gentle this time"

As he withdrew to look you in the eye-

You grinned.-

The palpable excitement bubbling in your stomach was enough to make you shake slightly, but it was the nerves that Kylo sensed above all, and you knew he basked in it.

He liked that he scared you.

You pushed the thoughts of the disfunctionality away, preparing for what you knew was going to be a difficult task.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth as he reached down, continuing where you had left off, pulling his large erection out from his boxers.

Your mouth shaped into a small 'o', you still hadn't quite come to terms with its length or girth. Kylo reached for you jaw again, his thumb brushing over the moisture on your lips.

"Open" He commanded, the baritone of his voice sending shivers up your spine as you obeyed.

The Supreme Leader hissed slightly as the tip of his cock breached the entrance of your lips, you immediately widened your mouth as far as it could go to encompass him, jaw straining at the intrusion.

He moved slowly and deliberately, his eyes flitting between your's and your lips. He released your jaw and moved his gloved hand to the back of your neck, gripping it with ease, before pushing in further, filling the back of your throat.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you gagged, but they reactively shot open as he increased his grip on your neck to a painful extent.

"Look at me Little Rebel"

You groaned against his cock as you felt hot tears gather in your eyes, you forced your throat to relaxed, earning a gratuitous groan from Kylo.

Eyes still open and locked with his, you observed as his movements descended into erratic thrusts. You jolted at the thud above you as his planted his palm on the wall to steady himself.

His eyes were practically black as he gazed down at you, meticulously focussed on you with a penetrating gaze while his cock slid in and out of your mouth, at that moment in time you were the only person in the galaxy to him, and he to you.

His breaths were escaping in short puffs, and hybrids of moans and growls would escape intermittently.

He was the picture of dominance, towering above you, pushing as much of himself into you as could be taken.

He pulled himself out of you quickly and you kept your mouth open, he angled your head up as he came in your mouth, spirts missing and landing on your cheeks and chests. He looked down of you for a moment, eyes simmering with something, frustration perhaps?

You lowered your head as the rejection made your eyes sting, the tears that you had previously been so proud of containing fell down your face in streams, mingling with his seed on your cheeks. You fought uselessly against the gloved that pulled your head to regain the eye contact, he swiped the cum from your face, collecting it on the leather before bushing it into your mouth.

"Good girl" He muttered, you let your eyes flickers to his, and you finally recognised what was in his eyes. Possessiveness.

The need that had previously consumed you set in again, heat flooding your core, you watched him expectantly.

Instead he offered you a hand to rise, the other tucking himself away. You frowned, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Ignoring his hand you clambered to your feet, ignoring the shooting pains of protests from your knees, to brush past him.