Page 128 of Caution to the Wind

And that cock was right in my face, inches from my open, drooling mouth.

The smell of him rocked me. Musk and salt and that dark, drugging scent of man.

“If you won’t be quiet,” he murmured, fisting the root of his erection and slowly thrusting forward to smear his precum over my parted lips. “I’ll shut you up myself.”

He punctuated the last word by sliding his cock smoothly over my tongue straight into the back of my throat. I choked, but he only retreated slightly before pressing in again. The feel of his girth rubbing over the roof of my mouth and the back of my tongue was sexy as hell. I loved the struggle to take him in my throat, canting my head slightly so he could wedge himself deeper. I held my breath as he pressed closer and closer until the rough texture of his pubic hair scratched my chin.

He’d braced a fist on the wall and the other on the pillow beside my head, his hair a tangle of gold around his face as he stared at my lips split wide around his flesh.

For a single moment, we locked eyes, and I felt a frisson of connection, something deeper than sex.

Axe-Man thrust even deeper until I gagged, and I watched vicious desire contort his features before he pulled out.

Again and again, he fucked my face. It should have felt demeaning maybe, but the sight of him using me, driving in and out of my throat, over my highly sensitized tongue was so hot, I’d leaked down my thighs onto the bedspread below.

A stiff breeze could have pushed me over the edge, and when Axe-Man lightly wrapped his hand around my neck, feeling his cock move in and out of that tight enclosure, I closed my eyes and moaned so long I could barely breathe.

Light-headed, overwhelmed by desire and the reality of Axe-Man touching me like this, I rubbed my thighs together wantonly.

“No, no,” he grunted when he noticed my attempts to get off. “You wanna come, you do it on my cock.”

When he pulled out of my mouth, a thick web of saliva linked my lips to his cock. I licked at it, my mouth wet and open and used. With a groan, Axe-Man thrust two fingers over my tongue, hard back and forth. He tasted like salt and vaguely of me from palming my wet pussy earlier.

“You drenched for me?” he demanded, already using his other hand to reach back and check for himself. He bared his teeth in a grimace as his fingers encountered my sopping wet pussy. “Fuck, you liked that.”

He sounded slightly surprised. If he’d been intending to punish me with that brutal throat fucking, he was with the wrong woman.

“Yeah,” I agreed because I was out of sass at the moment.

My voice was wrecked from his dick, but if the precum beading on Axe-Man’s blunt weapon of a cock was any indication, he liked hearing it. He stared at me for a long second lying there, mouth wet and ruined, nipples damp and pebbled, neck wreathed in bruises from his teeth. It was like watching a play the way emotions moved quicksilver over his face: lust, violence, anger, desperation, sadness, anger again, and finally resolve.

His jaw clenched hard, he moved to my side fluidly and then stood at the end of the bed. I watched riveted as he tongued the side of his mouth while he stared at my pussy for a long, almost enraptured moment.

Then, he shook himself like a horse ridding itself of a pesky fly and retrieved a condom from his pocket. When I made a little, unbidden noise of protest, he grinned at me meanly.

“You want my bare cock, my cum inside you, you gotta earn it, Mei. You won’t tell me shit, you don’t get me fuckin’ you raw. You don’t deserve my cum.” He rolled the condom onto his fat dick as he spoke, and I tried not to drool.

I gasped, though, when he tugged me by the ankles to the end of the bed before flipping me over easily and yanking up my hips. He groaned as he ran a thumb down my wet slit and then slapped my bare ass before he grabbed me by the hip. Only then did he lean over my back, grab my ponytail, and wind the hair around his fist. My head canted back to ease the sting in my scalp, my throat bared to him, my pussy convulsing at his delicious cruelty.

“Ask nicely, and I’ll fuck you ’til you forget everythin’ but the sound of my name in this sweet mouth,” he whispered against my neck before fixing his teeth there.

He held me down as I shuddered violently and then notched the hot head of his sheathed cock at my entrance, pulsing slightly so he almost entered me but didn’t.

“Fuck,” I cursed through my teeth, trembling with the need to be filled. “Fuck you.”

He tugged a little at my ponytail, making me hiss and then shiver with pleasure. “Oh, I plan to fuck you into the mattress, but only after youbegme for it. Tell me, Mei. Wanna hear you say you want my cock.”

“Oh God,” I gasped, my neck suddenly unable to hold my head up. “Oh God.Yes. Fuck. Axe-Man, please fuck me. I need you to stretch me open on your cock.”

“Jesus,” he hissed.

And then he slid inside me in one heavy thrust. It took him a second to open me up enough to take all of him, but I panted and ground my hips back into him until I could feel his balls pressed against me.

“Yes,” I murmured, dizzy with pleasure and the knowledge that this was Axe-Man inside me. The fantasy was nothing compared to the reality, even when he was hate-fucking me. “Don’t hold back. I like it rough.”

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, tugging on my ponytail again as he brought his body over mine and whispered into my ear, “A rebel on the street and a good girl in the sheets. Who would’ve thought.”

“Are you complaining?”