“Because you’re hot,” he answers simply. “And really interesting, in a psychotic ‘don’t ever want her to be my baby mama’ kind of way.”
“You just want to see if my psycho translates to my sex life.”
“Does it?”
I stop us both and turn into his chest, placing my hand on his twitching pec. “I can deep-throat.”
“No fucking way.” He looks dazed, almost high, definitely excited. “Never had a girl who can deep-throat.”
My hand wraps around his neck, under his silky hair. “I swallow too… while deep-throating.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me into his body. “Prove it.”
“Tell me the truth about Yasmine and I will. The truth. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
He groans for an entirely different reason this time. “Seriously? What if you don’t like the truth?”
“I’ll still suck your dick.”
“You’re so fucking blunt.”
I smile with pride. “I know.”
“Fuck…” He releases me and grips my chin between his finger and thumb. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Already there,” I quip and raise a hand.
Humming out a growl, he presses his lips to mine and looks into my eyes for the longest moment. It sends happy little flutters from my lips to the ends of my nipples. Nobody kisses like him. It’s as consuming as I thought it would be.
“I have never put my dick anywhere near that girl.”
I wait for it, the tell that he’s lying, I’m not brilliant but I’m usually pretty fucking good at figuring people out. It doesn’t come. Is he telling the truth?
He continues, looking bitter, and sneering in a way he never has, “She fucking hates me because I rejected her.”
“So… how’d you end up leaving her at a gas station?”
His hands rise, signaling his confusion and anger. “I offered her a ride home after she showed up at my house absolutely wasted. She was falling all over herself.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.”
“She tried her luck, I shot her down and she went fucking crazy. Scratched my face, punched me, started ripping at the interior of my car, pulled the wheel while I was driving. We almost crashed. I called her dad and he picked her up. But she was embarrassed. She told him I’d put my hands on her. She told everybody else I coerced her into handing over her virginity and dumped her because of my hatred for white bitches.” He laughs humorlessly and picks up a stone to throw it as far as the trees will allow. “I didn’t rape her or fuck her or any of that. I don’t fuck white chicks.”
I blink once. That was a lie.
“Well… you’re different.” He corrected himself before I could call him out. I like that.
I roll my eyes at his line though. “Right. Different.”
“Whatever. Just…” He laughs coldly under his breath and I can see now how much this has affected him. “What’s worse is it made girls just want me more. Want to tame me. I got more pussy offers after that than I did before.”
“But?”
“No buts. I just did. I suppose everybody hated me even more after that. I’d only been at the school a month and suddenly I was this villain that I never wanted to be.”
I almost feel bad for him. Almost. Not quite. For all I know he could be spinning me a well-crafted lie. He’s had plenty of time to think this over. But then the earnestness beyond his harsh exterior is calling for my pity and my support.
Ugh.
“That’s the truth?”
“Pretty much.” He smirks at me in challenge.
“Well, a deal is a deal I guess.” I grab the button of his jeans and pop it open.
“I want to tell you that you don’t have to, but I don’t have the strength.”
I look around, ensuring the coast is clear, and back him into a tree like he likes to do to girls. I give him a chaste peck on his lips and drop to my knees before him, yanking down his zipper as I go.
If that man is nearby, he’s about to get a show.
He helps me adjust his jeans, helps me push them down just enough to free him from the confines.
He’s hard already. Hard, thick, clean, cut, trimmed…
This is a guy that knows how to take care of himself. He’s big, but I knew he would be. You can tell by a man’s arrogance what kind of cock he’s going to have.
His is for lack of better wording, fucking gorgeous.
It’s solid, straight, powerful, and his girth is impressive to say the least.
I waste no time. I place him on my tongue and swallow him in one. It takes two tries, but I get there. This is not my first rodeo, not by far, but it is the best penis I’ve ever had in my mouth.
I don’t do the teasing foreplay before; I’ve found men enjoy it more when you just put it in and fuck it all up in a good way.
He moans so loudly it echoes in the forest around us. His hand goes to my hair and grips it in a tight fist. He appreciates it all. I take my cues from him. Swallowing around him, making my eyes water and my nose tingle but it’s worth it. I know exactly what I’m doing.
My head bobs as my hands grip his hips that thrust against my face.
“Lilith,” he bites out, sounding strained.
I want to smile my satisfaction, but I cannot stretch my face anymore. It’s physically impossible.
His groans get louder, his thrusts get rapid and uneven, his breathing is shallow, and his cock, it thickens even more. I’m wet, normally I don’t get affected by the pleasure of a guy, but Nok is something else.
When I feel him tighten and sense the change that comes when one is about to climax, I release him from my mouth and push away from him, bating the bear.
His eyes that popped open the second I pulled away are wild with lust and confusion and a dash of desperation. His body is shaking. I did that.
All hail Satan and the bounties he gifted me.
I bite my swollen lip and grin a smug grin to rival the one he’s so well known for.
“Why have you stopped?”
“I said I’d suck your dick; I didn’t say I’d make you come.”
“No,” he insists, shaking his head slightly but quickly. “Don’t do this.”
I tap him on the end of his nose. “I’m bored. And hungry. It’s past lunch.”
“I have something you can eat.”
I laugh and go on my merry fucking way, kind of remembering the way back to the car.
Kind of.
“This is so unfair.”
“It is what it is.”
He grabs the front of my T-shirt in a tight fist, making me tense with an unadulterated thrill. When he yanks me to him, I accept his kiss and bite hard onto his thick lower lip.
He answers it by bending at the waist, hitching my leg up his thigh and grinding against me. His cock which is still hard though confined is pressing against my own heated sex.
I gasp as I wasn’t expecting it.
I hum because it feels amazing and I find myself rocking against him.
He turns us until my back is against the tree I had him against moments ago.
We really do a lot of stuff around trees.
He buries his face in my neck and grinds against me, desperate for entry I can tell.