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“Look at me, pink cheeks. Can you take some more?”

Nodding, I slip my mouth over his shaft as his hips jut forward with an involuntary punch. “G-good girl.” He squeaks a high-pitched whimper that makes me work him harder, tighten my grip, and delve in more. And a bit more.

When I think I’ve got a good rhythm down, he says, “Keep looking at me. Let me see that fire in your eyes.”

I scowl at the camera, hating that he has this footage of me. If he thinks he’ll show this to anyone, I only need to tell my father. Maximillian Freidenberg won’t stand for any of it. As the thought of getting the ultimate revenge passes through my brain, he reads my mind.

“Hmm, you wanted this, didn’t you? Said please put your cock in my mouth like a filthy slut. Blowing a stranger just because she loves to suck dick so much.”

Indignation makes me back away, but not before his hand grasps the nape of my neck.

I try to object, to say that I’m not sucking off a random guy for that reason, but he shoves himself deep into my throat until I gag.

Tears fill my eyes and drip down my cheeks as snot flows from my nose.

All the saliva gathers at the corners of my lips.

He doesn’t stop. “ Please face-fuck me, you said.”

With a hum around his girth, I violently protest that I never did, but he plunges in farther, the camera still glaring against my now glassy vision. I’m dizzy. Disoriented. Every thrust of his hips makes me think I’ll vomit, another seizure of my throat squeezing the air out of my chest.

Suddenly, he halts and slides out. I pitch forward on all fours and gasp, strings of spit spilling from my open mouth as I let the life-giving oxygen flow into my lungs. As I pull the humid summer breeze in, he grips the crown of my head. Not hard, but enough to tell me he’s not finished.

“Come back. I wanna see those pretty pink cheeks as you swallow me down.”

Lurches in the back of my throat make me cough the words out as I sneer. “Fuck you.”

With a firm tug on my hair, he forces my face to shine in the light of his flash. I must look like a mess. Probably have raccoon eyes and drool all over my face as my jaw unhinges while he holds me in front of the camera.

“Okay. We can switch to that, if you want. I bet your asshole looks as delicious as your lips.”

My stomach twists into a knot. “No! I-I’ll swallow.”

His head tilts. Though I still can’t make out his expression, it feels as if he’s exasperated with me while he waits for a further response.

“I mean, I want to swallow you down,” I say with reluctant obedience.

“That’s more like it. I thought so. You look like that kind of girl.”

I know I’ll regret hearing his answer, but I ask anyway. “What kind?”

Relief washes over my scalp when he lets go of the chunk of my locks under his grasp.

He strokes himself languidly, then presses the head of his dick against my lips, parting them slightly, gently, as he says, “The kind that loves to drink cum. Bet you’d beg for it on those huge tits, too.

They look like they’re trying to bounce out of that top to get coated with some. ”

Something about the way his breathing puffs out roughly, like he’s about ready to explode, makes me even hotter than before. Whether it’s from the wrath he’s caused or wanton desire, I’ll never know.

“Tell me you want it. Plead with me to stay alive for you.”

With a pop, he pulls out and taps his cock on my nose, and I squint as he does. “I want it. Please stay alive for me.”

“Nah. Say those cute words you used earlier. The ones about things getting better.”

That need to keep him here and the reason I’m choosing to do this overwhelms me for a moment.

Perhaps he truly is hurting and not just an asshole.

Maybe the prick uses his candor because he’s done with life.

I can’t see him, but I blink at the camera and speak with sincerity. “It will get better. I promise.”

“Fuck…yeah. That was it , P.I.C. Yes. Here it comes.” He shoves in my mouth and erupts violently, a loud roar escaping his throat that causes echoes to float up from downstream. His taste is bitter, strange, but not as unpleasant as I expected.

As more heated liquid surges from his dick, he pulls his hips back, then aims at my breasts, soaking them with more of his spend. It seeps between my deep cleavage until I worry how I’ll sneak in the door at home tonight without anyone noticing.

He’s so out of breath that he takes a good minute to recover, chortling softly as he does. Then, he stuffs himself back in his boxer briefs and holds the camera high. “Give me a smile.”

I do, partially glad it’s over, but also red with rage and a pussy pulsing with unfulfilled longing.

With a few taps on his phone, he turns off the camera as I wipe at the destruction left around my lips.

Anxiety makes my neck tense, thinking about what will happen from here.

Do I have to give him a ride? Make sure he walks away?

This entire evening has been a terrible idea.

From finding Nico to wandering here alone.

Instead of getting dressed, though, he tears off his jeans and T-shirt, tossing them onto the pile next to him.

One of his forefingers strokes my cheek as his fist lifts my face up by the chin.

My skin tingles when he unleashes a dramatic juniper- scented sigh, like this is a play we’ve put on for an unseen audience.

“Well, that was the worst blowjob I’ve ever had. So bad, in fact, I’m jumping. Thanks, anyway. Hope to see you on the other side.”

“Wait!”

I attempt to grab him, but he leaps into the inky sky with a backflip off the cliff while I scramble to the edge. My fingers cling to the rock as a raw scream breaks through my ravaged throat. Panic takes over until all my thoughts cease. This cannot be it!

The crash of a large object plunging into the deep water flows over the roaring rapids, and my tears return, thinking about what a waste everything was. Is he dead? What was this all for? I sob, wondering if I’ll be traumatized for life.

It’s nigh impossible to see into the void, but a bubbling echo of laughter floats up through the canyon.

“You did it, P.I.C.! I’m alive! Look at that!” He rips another loud chuckle as his head bobs above the surface of the inky water.

“You asshole!” I yell, the sound bouncing back to me ten times. “I hope you drown!”

With a shove, I raise my body off the ledge and grab his phone from the pile of his clothes. I snatch those, too. I toss them all into the waterfall, hoping that takes care of the video.

Every hurried step back down the trail toward the parking lot is haunted by the billowing reverberations of his raucous laughter through the trees.