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His body turns rigid, hand pulling my braid back as he glares at me. “All your firsts are supposed to be mine!”

What? My brain is too foggy to process his words.

He lets out a terrifying roar. “I’ll kill them. Breaking all their bones.” I can see the gory intention in his flaming eyes.

“Them?”

“All the motherfuckers who touched you.” The cocaine in my system is telling me to sit on his lap and impale myself on his cock. But the pain his fingers pulling on my hair is giving me feels too good. I want more. I need to provoke him more.

“You have no right to…”

He yanks my head even further, displaying my neck to him. I bite my lip to stifle the moan.

“Don’t fucking finish that sentence unless you want me to go on a murderous rampage, Sari.”

“Of dildos?” I did touch second base with Trent—or was it third base? But it’s better to not tell the overprotective sociopath that.

“What?”

“I practice with my dildo,” I clarify.

Seeing the possessiveness in Uri’s gaze at discovering my almost entire lack of experience, all I can feel is a bit of unfairness and delight.

A shudder spreads through me and before I can think, he thrusts his dick all the way to the back of my throat. I loosen my jaw so he can go as far as possible, almost choking me. I hope my lack of gag reflex will bring him such a pleasure, he’ll come back for more.

“Holyfuckinghell. Swallow around me. Mmm. You’re taking it so well, Baby Blue.”

I swallow again around his pierced crown before pulling his cock out, tugging on the piercing with my teeth.

The metal feels so good under my tongue.

I lick his length up and down before taking as much as possible all the way to the back of my throat again.

His hands lace behind my head, arms quivering on my shoulders like he’s trying hard to control himself.

But his wrists are pressing my head forward, gently at first, then more forcibly choking me on his long, hard cock.

My eyes water uncontrollably as I try to pull air inside my lungs. God it feels so good!

“Fuuuck!” he growls like a wild animal. “Cry for me.”

His hips jerk back and forth against the seat as he starts fucking my mouth.

His rhythm turns wild, his piercing bumping the back of my throat with every thrust. More pressure forms behind my eyes, tears keep falling down my cheeks, drool down my chin.

The pain, the pleasure is so exquisite my eyes roll back inside my skull, and I’m not even touching myself.

“Even your tears are beautiful. Keep crying, I want to hear you sob,” he hisses with his cock still pumping in and out of my mouth.

I swallow, causing the muscles of my throat to constrict around his crown.

His growl is music to my ears, and I do it again.

Every scrape of his piercings and every groan of pleasure is fixing little by little all the broken parts inside me.

Cocaine gave me the courage to leap, but what keeps me high is his smell, his touch, and the heated look in his eyes.

I release his dick with a pop as I take deep breaths.

“Am I servicing your cock well?” I ask him, just like the guy in the sexy video did. I know I’m probably a slobbery mess, but he’s gazing at me with pure passion. I swear I can see flames licking inside his eyes. Am I dreaming?

Instead of giving me an answer, he commands, “Suck on my fingers.” Just before forcing three in my mouth. “This lewd face belongs to me.” He growls as I suck hard on those long fingers. They taste good, but I prefer his cock. “Pull up that slutty skirt.”

I eagerly do as he says. I gasp and my dick almost explodes as I realize that the ripping sound I’m hearing is Uri tearing my stockings. Can he see my cream-colored lace thong now?

“Keep your ass out, just like that.”

His pumping cock replaces the digits in my mouth as the tip of two fingers slowly spear my hole. The pain of the stretch is very real. It fires up something inside me. So many different sensations all at once.

My balls draw up, everything turns white, and then ecstasy explodes out of my dick. I moan around his cock while more cum spurts out, wetting more lace.

Uri doesn’t stop fucking both my holes. “Are you coming with my dick in your mouth, Sari?” He lets out a low chuckle. “Good. Keep fucking your ass on my fingers.”

I realize with utter shock that I’m helping him drive in and out of my ass. I’m rocking back and forth, taking what feels like four fingers all the way inside. I let out a muffled cry, my mind hazy with need and lust. I’m drowning in Uri’s scent, Uri’s rough touch, Uri’s dirty words.

His dick seems to get even thicker and heavier in my mouth with every thrust.

“Don’t stick anything else in your hole from now on, or else,” he threatens. “If you shove anything other than my cock up your ass, I’ll punish you!”

Yes, yes. I want it. Whatever he gives me. I’m drunk on him and the pleasure he’s giving me.

A sudden smack resounds in the car. The pain radiates on the top of my butt, sending a glorious sensation from my brain to my hardening dick.

Oh my God. My eyes cross, and I almost melt against the seat.

Those long fingers rubbing the burning skin, I want them to hurt me again.

I can’t ask him, though, since his dick is still keeping my mouth full.

“Were you roaming around looking for cock tonight? Is that why you didn’t reply to any of my calls or texts?” My glassy eyes find his angry ones just as his broad palm comes down on the other butt cheek, turning my entire body into an oversensitive bundle of nerves.

Another orgasm—stronger than the first one—makes me a shuddering mess. My knees almost give out as I grab for life on Uri’s thigh.

“Fuck,” he snarls, and thrusts harder, making my throat achingly raw. “Milk my cock dry.”

He drives his fingers inside my ass and grinds and hooks them, touching a place inside me that incites one more striking spasm—my cock dribbles another small spurt of cum. The continuous waves of pleasure keep going.

He suddenly stiffens and pulses on my tongue, while I swallow desperately, trying to get every drop inside my stomach. The sound of his grunts and the sight of extreme pleasure on his upturned face leave me filled with immeasurable satisfaction.

He waits a little, then slowly dislodges his cock from my throat, dragging the pierced head over my tongue. He rubs it there a couple of times, seemingly hypnotized by the sight before pulling all the way out. A few drops of cum escape, and I lick my lips, trying to catch them all.

He grabs my braid again to pull me up and drop me against his chest. I gasp with surprise, but he’s too busy untangling my hair.

I bury my face in his dreads and just breathe him in.

It almost feels like he has no intention of letting me go.

His fingers run through the loose strands as he starts licking a warm, wet path up my throat.

My heart hammers, my breath catches, my entire, trembling being is solely focused on his smooth tongue slowly going over my skin.

“I want to fucking feast on your body until there’s nothing left but your taste in my mouth,” he whispers so seductively, my head falls back while my sated body attempts to come to life once again. His fingers grip my waist and a soul-affirming, exhilarating rush rips a long moan out of me.

I wish he’d bite me, that he’d leave a mark on my skin, proof for me to see that this really happened.

He suddenly dips his head, and I tilt my chin up to meet his mouth.

One breath, my body coils, about to spring into action.

I want it so badly that I ache for it. Then his lips are on mine, and a million nerve endings fray as everything gets hot.

No matter how many times I’ve daydreamed about kissing Uri, the reality far surpasses the fantasy.

His mouth takes control of mine the same way he has taken control of my body.

I feel like he’s going to eat me up, open me and taste me.

I’m lying here, bare for him to use however he wants.

The feel of his cold tongue piercing rubbing around my mouth makes me shiver with desire, and I plaster my chest against his, rubbing my nipples over his pecks, needing more friction, more closeness. Why are we still wearing clothes?

Is it possible for a moment to last forever? Because if there’s any moment I want to continue to infinity, it’s this one, with him surrounding me. One kiss, and I feel like my body and soul are his.

But how did he get this good at kissing? The bitter emotion is back, and I bite his lip and pull on his piercing in retaliation. He pulls back, licking the small drop of blood forming on his lower lip with a smirk.

“Stick out your tongue,” he orders me; I like how his voice deepens when he gets horny. It makes my stomach quiver.

He grabs my tongue with his fingers, stroking it between his knuckles before letting it go to suck deeply and hungrily on it.

I tear my mouth away, breathing hard. My eyes are drowning in his incredible light ones flaring with intensity. Is this really, really happening?

“I forbid you to go to clubs and bars unless I’m with you.”

“Why?” I ask; hope glimmers inside me.

“Because trouble finds you when I’m not.” Once again, his overprotectiveness kills my stupid expectations.

“God, Uri!” I push against his chest, moving back to my seat. “So, what the hell was this?” The deep annoyance I’m feeling bursts out of me. “Your way to keep me happy? To protect me, and from what? You know what would really do that? Letting me go free!”

“Let. You. Go?” he growls the words menacingly.

If I wasn’t high as a kite, I might’ve been able to tell Uri why, but I can’t draw my thoughts together enough to figure it out.

What comes out is: “There are times I wish you’d turn your gaze away.”

I hear a cracking sound, but when I look up, I only see Uri’s hands holding the wheel.

“Never. After tonight you never leave my sight,” he hisses.

He always says things that open my heart and break it while still beating inside my chest.

The silence turns heavy as I feel tears welling in my eyes.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he orders abruptly.

I suddenly feel like my stomach is hosting…a scurry of chipmunks dancing the rumba—like Lori would say.

When I don’t oblige, he does it for me gently, calmly. I hate it—how controlled he can be while I’m feeling sick. The dancing rodents want to get out. Oh, oh, they are getting out.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” I warn him, pushing on the window button, willing it to slide down faster.

“Hold it in,” he says, unimpressed.

I make a very noncommittal sound before uttering, “Too late.”