Page 216 of His To Erase

My breath stutters. “Then make me beg.”

His eyes flash.Challenge accepted.His mouth slams back onto me with brutal precision—sucking, flicking, and savoring every inch. He devours me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing left in the world.

My body starts to shake. Not just from how good it feels—but from the need. The pressure. The brutal, aching pull of falling apart. Every time his tongue drags through me, I feel myself break a little more. Every flick over my clit short-circuits my brain until I can’t think—can’t breathe—can’t remember what the fuck I was even fighting for.

I’m panting.

I now have one leg thrown over his shoulder and his hand is locked around my thigh, holding me open, daring me to pull away.

I hold onto his hair for dear life, twitching my hips under his mouth as the orgasm builds faster. It feels violent and I know that if I let go, I won’t come back.

And just when I’m there—right fucking there—He stops.

“Don’t you fucking?—”

“You want to come?” he rasps.

You have got to be fucking kidding me. So help me…

“Then get on your knees and show me who you belong to.”

“Steven—”

“Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”

My knees hit the floor with a thud, and I look up just in time to see him towering over me, unbuckling his belt, eyes gone dark with something that isn’t lust anymore.

It’s possession.

I was going to obey. Swear to God. But damn if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. My thighs clench. And all I can think is—Maybe I should push him a little more. Just to see what else he does when he snaps.

“You want honesty?” he says, pulling his cock out, thick and hard and already glistening. “You’re going to suck me until your throat’s raw, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget why you’re mad.”

I moan as he fists my hair and forces my gaze up to meet his. He knows exactly how much I fucking want him right now, the bastard. His cock is throbbing just inches from my lips, and it takes everything in me not to stick my tongue out and lick it. “That’s it,” he growls, his voice sounds like gravel and gasoline. “Open that bratty mouth and take what you’ve been begging for.”

My tongue parts my lips, and the second the tip of his cock brushes them, something inside me breaks. I want him in my mouth so bad my hands tremble where they grip his thighs. I want the weight of him heavy on my tongue. I want to be used. Owned. Erased. Until the only thing left in my head is his name and the taste of him on my tongue.

When he thrusts deeper, his cock hits the back of my throat and I moan, or try to, but it just sounds like a gag.

His hand twists in my hair, keeping me right where he wants me. “Good girl. Just like that. Fuck—that’s my favorite sound.”

I gag again, eyes watering instantly as his cock hits the back of my throat. My fingers claw at his thighs, while my nails dig into his muscle.

“That’s it,” he grunts, hand tightening in my hair. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

My throat tightens again, and I choke around him—nodding. But I don’t pull back. His voice wrecks me, I’ve never wanted anything more.

He fucks my mouth like it’s his to use. My mascara burns as tears streak down my cheeks and drool coats my chin. I’ve never felt this owned and completely undone before. I feel so completely safe—in the most fucked up, feral way.

He snarls, dragging my mouth down harder, choking me.

“Look at you,” he smiles. “So fucking pretty like this. Gagging like the little slut you are.”

A whimper slips out as I clench, and the wet heat between my thighs drips lower—sliding down to my ankle like proof of how gone I am for him.

As if he can read my mind, he chuckles. “I bet you’re so fucking wet from choking on my cock?” he hisses, thrusting deeper, his voice is pure control. “God, I knew you were filthy—but this?”

He groans as I gag again, spit dripping down my chin.