When the tragic death of Inanna's parents leaves her utterly alone, meeting a handsome stranger in a bar awakens her darkest fantasies and changes her life forever.
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No one could have predicted the car accident that took the lives of Inanna's par...
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No sooner were we in the SUV than Paz took my wrists and bound them with the seatbelt. I watched with wide eyes as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and lowered his zipper.
My breath caught.
Not only was his cock twice the length of my two previous boyfriends', but it was also thicker. Much thicker. Oh my god. Like comparing a baseball bat to a pencil. I wasn't sure I'd even be able to close my fingers all the way around the dark maroon flesh, although he didn't have that problem as he gripped his shaft tightly and pumped it. Pearlescent drops wept from the flared head.
"Do you want my cock, Anna?" Paz growled, pumping his fist again.
My sex spasmed. "Yes. Yes, please," I said, licking my lips and unable to look away from the arousing sight.
"On your knees. If it becomes too much, stomp your feet. You won't be able to use your safe word while choking on my cock," he warned, the hint of a smile on his face.
"Okay," I agreed, sliding to the floor in front of him as I watched another drop glide over the head to create a glistening string.
Paz gathered my long hair in his hand, wrapping it around his fist several times until he tightened at my nape, then slowly pressed my mouth down to his cock. He held me an inch away, and I strained towards it, my tongue outstretched to gather my first taste. Slightly smoky and salty, I flicked over the slit.
He chuckled. "Always the bad girl, Anna. You just can't wait, can you? Very well."
He pushed my head down, and I opened to take him inside. So thick. It was hard to hold my mouth open wide enough. I didn't want to scrape him with my teeth. He released his grip on his shaft and instead used his fingers to coax my jaw wider. I relaxed, and he drove my face downward, until he hit the back of my mouth.
"Swallow, Anna. Suck my big cock down," he growled as he continued to exert force on my head.
Gagging slightly, I swallowed, and he groaned. "Yes, exactly like that. Let me into your little throat." He pushed until my lips met his groin, black crinkly hairs tickling my nose. His fingers caressed the distended bulge in my neck. "I fucking love the look of my cock in your throat."
He pulled my hair, lifting my head until only the tip remained in my mouth, my tongue stroking along the ridge and flicking the slit. He'd brought me so much pleasure, and finally, I could return some with this glorious, silky steel length. Damn, I loved his feel, taste, and scent, every inhale almost hypnotic as it sunk into my lungs.
"You know how to call your safe word. Make sure you take little breaths when you get the chance. Now that I have your sexy wet lips wrapped around my cock, I'm not stopping until you are swallowing my cum. If you pass out, I'll fucking wake you and continue until I'm done," he growled, eyes lit with dark flame. "Do you understand? Tell me."
Part of me was shocked at his coarse threat. Paz was dangerous, a predator in every regard, yet my instincts refused to believe he'd actually harm me. Instead, the power of him was a thrumming electrical change in my sensitized flesh. God, this man turned me on and it seemed like the more he threatened to be rough with me, the greater my arousal. Maybe I'd lost all sense of self-preservation.
