[Music: Do Re Mi By Blackbear]
I lifted my chin, staring at him in disbelief, my eyes turned glassy as the tears threatened to spill.
Is he seriously gonna cheat on me right now?
Yes! It’s a stupid contract, but it still counts!
I closed my eyes briefly and forced back the tears. I won’t cry. Definitely not in front of him.
I pushed myself up to stand on my knees, my movement shaky as I worked his belt. His cold eyes stayed on me, heavy enough to make my chest feel tight like a stone was attached to it.
This is really happening... Ares is about to cheat on me. Things like this happen when the wife’s at home, thinking when her husband is gonna come home after late hours, not knowing he was about to get his cock wet.
Is my life that screwed up that I was the other woman in this scenario?
I glared at Ares, hoping he would see my rage and know how mad I am at him, but it doesn’t make a difference since he doesn’t know who I am. I probably appeared more like a grumpy doll.
Ares snatched my chin and forced a thumb into my mouth, the taste of leather, causing nausea to build quicker than I could breathe.
When he forced more of it down my throat, I almost gagged a vomit, drool slipping down my chin. It was almost like he was prepping me for what comes next. I despise myself right now for feeling heated by it.
His other hand pulled out his solid cock, fisting it like wood, and my bitterness only grew.
This devil even had the audacity to get hard!
"You’re gonna suck my cock like the doll you are. Do I make myself clear?"
He wants a doll? Then he’s gonna get one!
I forced my chin away from his hold. "I’ll suck you better than your wife, sir." I took him in my mouth in a swift move, my wet mouth making it easier.
Ares grunted, and I wanna bite off his dick for making such a sexy sound at another woman. I’m cluttered by the fact that I’m mad at him and still want to pleasure him.
Fuck this!
I went deeper, ignoring my own discomfort, momentarily using my teeth to graze him, just to put him on edge. I pulled out, using my tongue to taste the precum at the tip, wincing at the taste.
I went back in again, picturing his cock as a popsicle, and I love those. It made it easier to take him with ease, feeling heat curling low in my stomach, spreading to my entire body.
A continuous slurp shrouded the space as my advance got bolder, motivated by the twitching and pulsing in my mouth with need.
I got mad again, using my hands to stroke him rapidly. "Can your wife do this?" I taunt, before sticking out my tongue to lick his tip like a tease. "I’m sure she can’t."
A deep sound rumbled from Ares’ chest, and my head spun momentarily when he fisted my hair to remove me, a pop sound following, but then he thrust right into my mouth until I felt him at the back of my throat, and my eyes watered.
I gagged loudly, tears slipping beneath my lashes.
"Open your eyes!"
I did, a groan building, my nails digging into his waist to brace myself. It got too full until it felt like I would be choked to death. That doesn’t sound like a good way to go.
With a tug on my hair, he pulled out again, almost completely, before shoving right back in, and I choked, my nostrils flaring as I tried to breathe.
Ares used me like a doll; his thrust got forceful and quick, locking his waist like he would do my pussy.
My mouth was on fire, my throat and the end of my mouth aching. I tried to seize back control, but I growled when he angled my head and found a new rhythm.
It felt like he was taking out his frustration on me. Why didn’t he take it out on me? But a random doll?!
I clenched his muscular waist tightly, feeling like my nails were gonna break. Not my pretty nails!
I gagged again as Ares rushed through his release as if he couldn’t last longer. I pulsed between my legs when a sexy groan vibrated through his chest.
Holy...wait...! He’s not gonna cum in my mouth, is he? No!
I tapped his thigh as a signal for him to stop, but he didn’t, finishing off and smearing my mouth with his semen. I choked when he gave one last shove and gripped my hair in a bruising grip to force me out.
Ares snapped my mouth shut. "Swallow."
My face twisted as I shut my eyes and gave a loud gulp, flinching from the salty taste running down my throat.
His thumb swiped up my chin, pushing the little spill back in, and I glared holes at him, but my heart sank as I finally got a good glimpse of him.
With a quiet fury burning in his eyes, he grazed my cheek, and I groaned in pain. I could feel the concealer coming off to reveal the bruise.
"Who. Did. This?"
I shook, his voice murderous and freezing. When I didn’t speak, it felt like he was gonna rip my jaw off.
"M-Milo!"
Ares forced his still hard cock in his pants, zipped and snapped his belt in place.
"Don’t move."
I flinched at the sharp command, and there was a nagging feeling that if I disobeyed, what just happened would be a walk in the park.
The haunting echo of his departing footsteps fueled my nerves. He carried a destructive aura that drained the air.
My eyes followed him until he left, and I remembered to breathe, heaving through it as I shivered from an unknown cold.
Does he... does he know it’s me?!