After forcing me to have another orgasm, that arrogant man approached me again, his expression one of cool dominion.
I was exposed, vulnerable, and before I could muster a defense, he forced a finger back into my now desperately sensitive pussy.
"Fuck! It feels so good." The moan was torn from me, a betrayal voiced aloud. I hated the pleasure that coiled tight in my belly, but I couldn't hold it.
He closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming.
One hand moved from my core to grope my breasts, his grip firm and possessive, kneading the soft flesh until a sharp, sweet ache bloomed there.
Then his other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. He crushed his lips to mine in a deep, passionate kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
My lips parted beneath his in a silent surrender.
It felt too good, the way his clever, rugged fingers rubbed and circled that perfect, hidden spot inside me. I needed to fight back. I needed to get away… but…
His fingers were destroying me, turning my resolve to liquid fire. At the same time, his thumb and forefinger found my hardened nipple and pinched, sending a jolt of pure lightning straight to my core.
Th-this isn't right…
A final, feeble protest echoed in the recesses of my mind. I shouldn't be letting this arrogant man turn me into his whore. I was a proud Marine! I needed to resist, but I'd been holding back for so long, my body a tightly coiled spring of neglected need.
Then he lowered his head and began sucking my breast, his tongue laving my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
I cried out, my back arching off the surface beneath me. I was really at my limit. The pleasure was a tidal wave threatening to shatter me.
I was going to cum. I was fucking going to cum again, and it was the most terrifying, exhilarating feeling of my life.
I could feel the tension coiling impossibly tight, a spring about to unleash.
Then, that fucking asshole chose that exact moment to stop. A ragged, desperate sob caught in my throat. The loss was a physical pain.
"It sucks not being able to cum, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a low, arrogant rumble against my damp skin.
He was forcing me to admit, in the privacy of my own mind, that he was right. I needed it. I needed him to give it to me.
"If you want me to make you cum, you gotta make me cum first."
With a deliberate slowness, he opened the front of his ridiculous suit, revealing the sculpted, powerful planes of his chest and abdomen.
And more importantly, what stood proudly between his legs. My breath hitched. It was my first time seeing a real cock, and it was… monumental.
His cock was thick, veined, and ruddy with desire; it throbbed with a life of its own. The sheer, primal smell of him was intoxicating.
I almost swooned from the raw, visual and olfactory assault.
And noticing my desire, he slapped my face with his huge dick, humiliating me even more, as the faint pain stung my cheek.
"Come, my whore. Come suck my cock," he ordered.
I'd never done anything like this. The concept was foreign, degrading. But my body was no longer my own to command. I couldn't stop myself. I leaned forward, my heart hammering against my ribs, and tentatively flicked my tongue against the broad, flushed head.
The taste was uniquely his, salty, fleshy, profoundly manly. It was so big, so indecent. The skin was like heated velvet over steel, so hot it felt like it could brand me. A strange, possessive hunger awoke in me. I needed more of this taste.
"Like this! Take it deeper to the base!" he ordered, his hands moving to my head, not guiding, but pushing.
I gasped, and he used the opportunity to thrust forward, pushing his cock all the way down my throat. My eyes watered instantly.
Fuck, he was so deep!
It was not gentle at all. His cock throbbed against my tongue, against the roof of my mouth, and my throat was being used, ravished like a second pussy.
It was a struggle to breathe, a raw, guttural experience that should have been pure agony. But the humiliation was somehow twisted into pleasure, the sheer submission making my own core clench around nothing.
"Here it comes," he announced, his voice a guttural growl.
He forced himself even deeper, hilting himself in my throat, and I felt a surge of panic that was immediately swamped by a wave of dizzying, submissive pleasure. The pain was a sharp, bright line that somehow highlighted the ecstasy of being so completely used.
"I'm cumming!" he moaned.
The first hot, thick pulse hit the back of my throat. The sensation of my mouth being filled, overwhelmed by his essence, was the final trigger. My body convulsed in a silent, searing orgasm that ripped through me, my own pleasure inextricably linked to my degradation.
My mouth was flooded with his thick, warm semen. There was so much of it, a seemingly endless flow.
It clung to my tongue, coated my throat, its distinct, musky taste filling my every sense. I swallowed, helpless to do anything else.