"I can run out of here if I want to," I threatened.
He walked back over in front of me and grinned. "Try it."
I didn't move. I was such a wimp.
"On your knees," he commanded.
I hesitated. Who did he think he was? And how the hell could he possibly be recovered in five minutes?
"Now!" he roared.
Despite his tone, I giggled until I was laughing so hard my sides hurt. He stalked forward and grabbed me. "You think it's funny?" he growled at me. I was ashamed to admit it, but I was turned on to the max. "Get on your fucking knees."
"Make me," I said fearlessly to his face.
He pushed me down so fast I had no time to react. On my knees, I was level with his dick. Up close, oh my, it seemed even bigger than before, and my mouth was watering for it. I stared at it longingly, even noting his chiseled thighs surrounding it. I ran my hand up his thigh, marveling at the power in them.
I had to admit, Tyler was the epitome of male masculinity. Powerful and magnificent.
“Now show me what you can do with those lips."
Before I knew it, he was inside of my mouth and I was close to gagging. Above me, he let out a groan. I pulled back on his shaft to gain respite, sucking gently on his huge head. It didn’t take long before he was back rock hard again.
Eager for more, Tyler placed a hand behind my head and guided me along his shaft. It was hard for me to take all of him, but I did the best I could. I used my right hand to fondle his balls. They felt huge and full—surprising after the load he’d just emptied.
His head felt like it hit the back of my throat and I almost gagged. I pulled away and gasped for breath. This whole time I'm thinking, I can't believe I'm doing this.
Tyler only let me get a couple of breaths in before he was back inside of my mouth, thrusting and pumping. His powerful thigh muscles flexed in front of my face as he forcefully pushed inside.
Before long, he was bucking inside of my mouth, testing my gag reflex to the limits, using my mouth like his personal fuck box. I struggled to breathe and to not gag as he held me in place to keep me from gaining a respite.
He let out a feral groan and I felt him growing harder and firmer in my mouth. I knew he was about to come. I couldn't allow him to empty himself down my throat. I wasn’t going to let him win.
I could feel his cock pulsating as it rubbed along my tongue, ready to burst. At the last possible second, I jerked away and Tyler gasped.
He was forced to finish himself off and he blew his load all over the floor. Rising to my feet, I watched in fascination as he threw his head back, his muscles rippling, his washboard stomach contracting in and out while he stroked every last drop out of his huge balls.
When he was done, he let out a sigh and straightened before looking at me. I tried not to glance at the mess on the floor, and I wondered who'd clean it up.
"You pulled away," he said in an accusatory tone. "You weren't supposed to."
"Yeah," I replied. "I wasn't going to let you come in my mouth. What do you think I am?”
He walked over to me and grabbed me by the hair. "You have a tart little mouth on you, you know that?"
* * *
I came awake with a gasp. I was still in Tyler’s bed, naked as the day I was born. I ran my hand through the soft, rumpled covers, searching. Tyler was gone. I didn't know if he was in the bathroom or what. I just knew my body felt sore all over.
“I see he’s brought another one home,” said a deep voice.
Startled, I looked up.
Dressed in fancy clothing, there was an older, grey-haired man standing at the edge of the stairs, staring at me.
I stared back at him, mouth wide, when I suddenly realized that I was naked. I quickly snatched the covers and held them to my breasts.
“Who are you?” I demanded, frightened.
“Jonathan, Mr. Locklin’s butler.” Jonathan nodded his head back down the stairs. “I saw you two when you came in.”
My throat was suddenly dry. “Did you see us . . .” my words trailed off.
“Having sex?” Jonathan let out a chuckle. “Heavens, no. I’d never do that.”
I looked around, wondering why the hell Tyler’s butler was in his room staring at me. I decided that it didn't matter. It was probably time for me to get my shit and leave, but the problem was, my car was still at Roxy’s. Tyler drove us here.
“You’re wondering why I’m here,” he says at the confusion on my face.
Slowly, I nodded, watching him closely.
“I’m here to offer you a ride back home or to your car . . . whichever you may prefer.” He chuckled. “Tyler refers to the custom as the Drop Off.”
Anger swirled within me and I clutched the covers with fury. Tyler had sex with me and now was disposing of me like everyone else. I should've known better.
I knew I shouldn’t have come here! I raged at myself.
No matter how pissed I got at myself and Tyler, it was no less than I deserved. I mean, who goes on a date with someone who insults them on the very first day they meet, and then goes and has sex with them after?