Chapter 14

Cyrus

She looked and acted normal, but her brain was dangerous. Since I was driving and couldn't deal with her, I reached out and grabbed her hand. I left it on my dick while I stretched my legs out. It was a sacrifice, but I had to yank her brain off Kyle. I could feel her eyes on me, but mine remained on the road. When I felt her fingers cup my balls, I wondered if this had been the best way to distract her. I glanced over at her, and she had slipped under her seatbelt to utilise her other hand. She unzipped my pants before she worked on the button.

I accelerated because I needed to get her home before she made me cum with her hands. She carefully pulled my dick out and used both hands to wank my hardening cock. She was graceful in her movements but too gentle.

"It's not going to bite you. Rub harder," I gritted out as she fingered my balls.

"Why don't you focus on driving while I thank you for my bracelet?" she murmured, and before I knew it, her hot wet mouth was around the tip of my dick.

My hands gripped the steering wheel as I began to speed down the highway hoping to fuck I didn't get stopped by the police. I grunted when she wrapped her fingers at the base of my dick and wanked my dick hard while her tongue moved around the tip of my dick. She pushed more of my dick inside her mouth, and I felt my precum ooze inside her mouth.

I slowed the car down because there was an exit up ahead with a secluded rest stop. There was no way I was missing making her choke on my dick. I pulled her up by the hair.

"Take your dress off," I said as I took the exit.

"What?" she asked in confusion.

"Now."

I heard her take the seat belt off before she reached behind her to work on her dress. The rest stop was empty, so I parked the car and got out. Once I'd removed my jacket, I went to her side and pulled her out of the car.

"Can you unlace the back for me, please?" she asked.

"With pleasure," I said, taking my knife out of my pocket.

I pushed her against my car and sliced through the silky lace ties.

"Did you just cut my dress?" she asked, trying to turn around.

I didn't reply but tugged the dress down until it hit the ground. She stood naked on the side of the road in just a pair of red lace thongs that left her ass cheeks bare.

"If you're going to suck my dick, I want you on your knees, Emilia," I said as I cupped her breasts. The cool night air helped to harden her nipples, and I pinched the tight, pebbled tips until she gasped in pain.

"Kneel on your dress," I said before I fisted my cock. "Have you ever sucked anyone off?"

When she shook her head, I was relieved, but at twenty-one, I couldn't understand why she lived like a nun.

"Why haven't you had sex with anyone?" I asked as I pulled her hair back until I held it like a ponytail.

"Uh, my Dad was really strict," she said with a slight hesitation but didn't look me in the eye.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked softly.

Her eyes flew to mine. "God, no. My Dad would cut his hands off before he ever laid a finger on me."

Relief and a pang of envy hit me simultaneously. I'd never experienced a loving family, but I was glad she had. I shook the thoughts away and moved my cock towards her lips. She opened her mouth, and I watched as she swallowed the thick tip. The car hid us should anyone drive by, but I needed to make this quick.

"Breathe through your nose, and you need to keep swallowing me down. Don't fight it. Relax your throat," I said as I pushed deeper.

I kept my movements limited until she got used to the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. I felt her hands rest on my thighs before she slid one upwards until she cupped my balls. My dick jerked in her mouth, and I began to try and squeeze my cock past the tight opening of her throat. I ignored her gagging noise, but the sick fuck in me enjoyed the way she struggled to take me because it reminded me of the sounds Kyle made as I choked hum.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Keep swallowing me down. Your lips look so pretty wrapped around my dick," I said as I pulled back to watch her saliva drip out of her mouth and onto the ground.

She looked up at me with those soulful dark eyes that had begun to tear up.

"Let's get my cock down your neck so you know what being deep-throated feels like," I said as she blinked her tears away.

I tilted her head back and pushed my cock back inside her throat, only this time I squeezed past her throat until I was lodged inside her neck.

"Fuck, you have a tight throat. I can't wait until I'm balls deep inside your tight virgin cunt, Emilia," I spat out as I battled to control myself, but her mouth felt amazing around my cock.

When I felt her tongue move, I pushed another inch down her neck.

"Such a good little whore for me. You're fucking perfect," I said as I looked into her desperate eyes.

I took my time, but I didn't stop until every inch of my cock was inside her. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight than Emilia struggling to keep nine inches of my meat inside her neck. This was only the beginning.