Page 4 of Wild Confessions
“Fuckkkkkkk,” is all I manage to say as she bobs on my cock, gagging every time my head taps the back of her throat.Fuck, she feels so good.
Gripping her hair, I shove her face down and she puts her hands on my thighs, trying to push me away. I don’t let up until her eyes glaze over and the drool starts running down the sides of her perfect mouth.Fuck yes.
“Take it, Cupcake. Choke on it. I want to feel your throat tighten as you do. Come on, baby, give it to me so I can fill that fucking mouth.” I command as I apply more pressure. I feel that familiar tingle up my spine as my balls lift and I spill my load down her tightening throat, causing my legs to shake uncontrollably.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I growl, finally letting her up. Her eyes collide with mine as she pulls her mouth off my cock and rises from the floor. She grabs my face, squeezes my cheeks, and spits my own cum into my mouth.
“Fucking dickhead, I could’ve died if you hadn’t let me up for air!” She spits venomously and I visibly swallow. I’ve never seen her this angry. I go to grab for her, but she pushes me away.
“Put the fucking groceries away. I’m going to take a shower. Fucking asshole,” she yells, then mumbles that last part.What the fuck. Why is she so mad? It's not the first time I gagged her and made her choke. Was it the words I said? Or did I hold her down longer than I should’ve?I don’t know. I was all up in the moment. She should’ve fucking pulled on my nuts orsomething. I can't read minds when she has her mouth wrapped around my cock. Like, what the fuck? I throw my hands in the air, dumbfounded about what just fucking happened. I put all the groceries away and wait for her to return.
I wait all of five minutes before I’m barging through her room and into the bathroom. Ripping my sweats off, I climb into the shower and she spins on me with anger riddled all over her face. I grip her by the throat and press her against the wall.
“I may have held you down a little too long, but I know when you’ve had enough. I bet you even fucking liked it.” I growl and she shakes her head.
“Bullshit. I bet this sweet little pussy is drenched.” I say, sliding my free hand down her stomach and in between her milky thighs.
“Ahhh, like I said, fucking soaked for me.” I mock and her eyes widen. I lift one of her legs up over my hip and release her throat to slide my cock into her tight little cunt. She moans deep in her chest as I thrust in and out of her.
“See, Cupcake. You fucking loved choking on my stick!” I laugh and her eyes narrow again. I grip her hips, sliding my hand down and wrapping her other leg around my waist, walking us out of the shower and into her bedroom.
“You can be mad at me all you want, but the only thing you're allowed to do, is fucking sing for me. I don’t want to hear anything else.” I say, slamming her ass onto the dresser as I pull all the way out, looking at how her blood coats my aching cock.Fuck, she’s amazing.
I thrust back into her and she clenches around me as she whimpers for more. I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth, biting down on the hardened peak as she tightens around me again.
“So. Fucking. Tight. Cupcake.” I groan, thrusting in and out of her with long deep strokes. She throws her head back against her mirror, panting as I bring my thumb to her clit, circling it.
“Fuck, Asher. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” She screams as her pussy flutters around my cock, soaking it with her release. I pull out and smear her blood along her sensitive clit.
“Such a good girl.” I praise as I spill my load for the second time on her little nub. Rubbing our juices together, I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck it clean.
“So sweet, my little cupcake.” I say, kissing her forehead.
“You’re disgusting. You know that, right?” She says, pushing against my chest.
“Only for you, babe. Now, let's go get cleaned and plug you up so we can have some fun with Peyton when she gets home.” I suggest, and she nods.
“I like that plan, Hotshot. Let’s do it.” She says as I lift her sexy ass from the dresser and walk us back into her bathroom. I’m not sure if I can keep my dick to myself while watching her soap up her sexy body, but here goes nothing.
Eyes On Me
Peyton
It’s been a long Winter Break but amazing nonetheless. I already miss the little bubble we’ve been in, but it’s back to classes we go. Last night, the three of us had a long talk about Jake. Asher is hiding something about him. I’m not sure what it is, but I feel like it’s something big, and probably illegal. I just can’t prove anything yet. He's been overly clingy the last twenty-four hours and I just can’t pinpoint what has him acting this way. Whatever it is, it must be really bad.
“Do you like being with us? Like how we’ve been all week?” He asks, caressing her cheek as we both lay on his chest watching TV in his bed. Riley’s been scared that Jake will suddenly appear and never leave. She doesn't want us to witness the conversation she wants to have. I didn’t say anything, but I saw the look of fear in her eyes when she was talking about it.
“Yes, of course I do.” She answers, rolling her eyes at his bullshit. We are so close together on his chest that I move an inch closer to her, capturing her lips with mine, massaging our tongues together as Asher drones on about how happy he is. I pull back and look up at him.
“Would you just shut the fuck up already? We are all together. Stop trying to ruin the moment.” I whisper, venom in my tone. His eyes widen.
“My bad. I just don’t want things to change come tomorrow when classes start back up,” he says and I nod because I don’t want it to either.
“It won't, I promise,” Riley reassures him, but he still goes on.
“I won’t compete with him. I need to know that you are all in and that you will get rid of him.” He growls and she sits up, slamming her hands against his chest above my head.
“I said I would fucking handle it, didn’t I? Keep it up with your bullshit and you will be left alone.” She says, straddling his cock.