Page 69 of Wicked Truths
He is in complete control now. I’m at his mercy, only able to receive the pleasure he gives me.
His thumb and index finger gently press on the sides of my neck, squeezing my arteries and restricting the blood flow to my head.
My pussy gushes as I reach a higher level of pleasure than I’ve ever reached before.
After several seconds, Rhett lets go of my neck, allowing the blood to rush back to my head.
It’s not enough. I crave more. More pleasure. More roughness. More Rhett.
“More. I need more. Please.” I beg and urge him to continue.
With his other hand, he grips my hip and pulls me back onto his cock before slamming back into me.
“Fuck, Rhett. Fuck me harder. God, I need-” I cry out as another gush of liquid flows from my pussy.
“You’re so sexy when you beg for my cock. Do you like when I fuck you like this?”
I moan and glance over my shoulder at him. “Ilove it. All of it. This position. Your cock. Your hand around my throat.”
He growls in response before squeezing my neck again. This time, he tightens his grip and holds it a little longer before letting go and allowing the blood to flow back to my brain.
He keeps this routine for several rounds, squeezing for a few seconds before giving me time to recover.
The longer he squeezes, the stronger the rush of blood flow is, and every time he lets up, my orgasm gets closer and closer.
The rush of blood flow followed by restricted blood flow is overwhelming. I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can only feel.
I’m barely aware of reality, but his fingers dig into my hips as he follows me over the edge into the land of pure bliss and ecstasy.
His cock twitches inside me from the aftershocks of our orgasms. He reluctantly rolls off me and pulls me closer to him. Resting my head on his chest, I inhale his unique citrusy scent. It intertwines with the scent of our intimacy.
“If I knew how amazing it felt to be choked, I would have begged you years ago.”
He reaches down to cup my chin before tilting my head up to look at him. “I’ll never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?”
“Of course I know that. If I thought you were going to hurt me, I never would have started this.”
His expression hardens, and his lips form a thinline as his gaze roams over my face. “How are you feeling?”
“Better than better. I feel relaxed, sated, and euphoric, but if I’m being honest, being here with you feels too good to be true.” I mumble.
His eyebrow furrow. “Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like something bad is about to happen. Call it a gut feeling.”
“Francesca, nothing bad is going to happen. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and keep whatever is going on away from you.”
I push away from him and sit up. “I don’t want to be kept in the dark, Rhett. That’s the problem. That’s been the problem for the majority of my life.”
He lets out a sigh and sits up next to me. “I know that, Chessie. And I don’t want you in the dark. I want to include you in the jobs while making sure you are safe, but I can’t really go against your father and brother.”
“I know. I just need to make it clear to them I want to be involved with the mafia business side of things and not just being the Director of Public Relations for the Savannah Sharks. If they don’t include me, then I’ll have some hard decisions to make.”
Rhett glances away and nods his head.
I wouldn’t want my decisions to make his life harder, especially since he’s in with the family, but Uncle Tony has offered me a job within his organization before, so I know he will welcome me now.
Chapter Nineteen