How to Break a Man

Chapter 78

He was sitting there on the edge of the bed, skinny torso, breathing short, looking at me like he was headed to the slaughter and knew there was no way out. I crouched down slow, grabbed his t-shirt off the floor, letting him devour every inch of me with those wide eyes, and came back real slow, feeling the power surging through my veins.

I stopped right in front of him. So close I could feel the heat from his body hitting my belly. I wrapped the t-shirt around his eyes, tied a firm knot behind his head. He shook all over, hands gripping his thighs, but he didn't try to take it off.

"What are you doing, Jully?" his voice came out hoarse, almost broken.

I leaned in, brushed my lips against his ear.

"I told you to think hard before you asked, remember?" I whispered, adjusting the blindfold nice and easy, making sure he couldn't see a damn thing. "Now you're gonna pay real close attention."

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing up and down.

"I... I don't get what's going on..."

I moved to the other ear, let my mouth almost touch his skin, feeling the shiver run up his whole body.

"You said you wanted to suck my tits, didn't you?"

"Yeah..." almost a moan.

"Then that's exactly what you're gonna do," I said low, so close my breath wet his ear. "Just suck. No touching with your hands. No looking. Just your mouth."

He shuddered all over, hands digging into his thighs like any move would ruin it. I smiled slow, feeling the power throbbing hot between my legs, a wave of heat trickling down my inner thigh, leaving me dizzy with how alive I felt.

I was literally soaked with lust: legs shaky, mouth half-open, only closing when I bit my lower lip to keep from sighing out loud. I glanced at his shorts, tented, bulging, practically begging to be touched, but I held back. Instead, I let the thin strap of my top slip slow off my shoulder.

The fabric slid down, my right tit bounced free. The AC hit the nipple cold and I gasped: it was like someone dragged ice and fire over it at the same time. Every pore stood up, an electric shock ran down my spine and exploded in my pussy, tits, ears, nape. I was all goosebumps, skin on fire, heart in my throat.

I stepped a micro closer.

Slow.

I could feel my nipple tingling even before it touched him, hot, swollen, almost aching it was so hard. When I finally brushed his lips, it was like a spark jumped straight from his skin into my gut: a wet, desperate heat flooded me whole, climbed up my chest, sank heavy between my legs. His mouth opened in a hungry reflex, and the feel of his clumsy, wet tongue hunting for purchase made me tremble from head to toe. Every awkward lick was a jolt that hit my clit dead on; every too-hard suck pulled a muffled moan from me, every time he eased up I shoved deeper, almost smothering him, because I needed more pressure, more heat, more out-of-control.

I gripped the back of his neck firm and set the pace: pushed till I felt his nose crushed against my tit, pulled back slow till the nipple popped out with a wet smack that echoed inside me, then slammed back in. My whole body responded: my pussy throbbed in rhythm, dripping so much I felt my shorts sticking, thighs quivering, belly clenching like I was already on the edge of coming. Every hoarse groan from him vibrated on my skin and shot down like electric current to the depths of my gut.

When I couldn't take it anymore on that side, I pulled back slow, feeling the cold air hit the spit-soaked nipple and goosebump me to my soul. A sweet emptiness took over that tit, but the other one was already throbbing, begging.

"Easy, Tommy," my voice came out hoarse, almost unrecognizable. I slid the other strap down, feeling the fabric graze the sensitive nipple and making me draw a deep breath. "No milk there, take it slow, okay?"

I lowered the other tit slow, feeling the horny-aching nipple brush the cold air before touching his mouth. When it went in, it was like I shoved my whole soul in there: hot, wet, desperate. I wrapped both arms around his head, yanked him hard against me, and started grinding, no gentleness at all.

"Harder, fuck," I growled in his ear, voice shaking. "Suck like it's the last thing you'll ever do."

He obeyed right away: mouth wide, rough tongue circling the nipple, teeth grazing light, suction so strong I felt my whole tit getting pulled into him. The room was dead silent, just the wet sounds of his mouth sucking, smacking, swallowing spit, and my short breaths, almost a grunt. Every lick was thunder rolling straight to the middle of my legs; every suck had me grinding the air, squeezing my thighs, feeling my soaked shorts cling to my skin.

I couldn't hold out anymore. My hand slid down on its own, slipped inside my shorts like it had a mind of its own, and when my fingers hit my pussy, it swallowed me whole: hot, swollen, so wet it felt like I'd dunked in a glass of warm water. The first touch on my clit was a shock so hard my legs nearly buckled; the skin there was pulsing, too sensitive, and every circle I made sent a thick wave up my belly, tightening my throat, making my eyes roll back.

I started slow, but lost patience quick: two fingers sliding fast, pressing firm, then dipping in a bit, out, back, the wet squelch so loud in the room's silence I was sure he heard it. Every motion was thunder inside me: the heat of my hand against the fire of my pussy, the delicious friction, the sweet smell rising, my shorts glued to my ass as I ground the air.

"That's it, yeah, hard, don't stop," I ordered hoarse, shoving my tit deeper into his mouth, feeling the rough tongue circling, teeth grazing, suction pulling me whole into him.

The orgasm didn't creep up slow: it hit me like a punch to the chest. First my belly locked up, hard as rock; then a contraction so fierce I felt my pussy clamp down on my own fingers, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing. A liquid heat exploded deep inside and shot up in hot spurts, running down my hand, dripping on my thigh, the floor, into the absolute silence of the room. My whole body bent forward, knees giving, I bit my own arm hard to keep from screaming, teeth marking the skin as wave after wave tore through me, ripped me apart, left me empty and full all at once. My legs shook so bad I had to lean on his head, fingers tangled in his hair, holding tight as the last spurt came, slow, thick, trickling over my fingers and dripping.

When it was over, I was still shaking all over, but it wasn't pleasure tremors anymore: it was fury mixed with lust, a hellcat Jully that took over me in a flash.

I didn't wait to catch my breath, didn't wait to pull myself together. I looked at my soaked hand, glistening, dripping, and smeared it right on his face, rubbing merciless on the blindfold, his nose, his cheek.

"You know this smell, you fucking bastard?" I growled low, but with enough venom for him to feel it. "You know it, don't you, you piece of shit?"

He tried to turn his face, but I held his neck firm and shoved my fingers in his mouth, pushing to the back, forcing his tongue to lick every drop.

"Suck. Suck it right," I pushed harder, feeling his tongue thrashing, licking desperate, swallowing the taste of my pussy like punishment. "That's the smell of the pussy from those panties you sniffed on the sly, you little bitch. Now swallow it all, taste the cunt you'll never get to fuck."

Oh, he would, plenty.

He was moaning muffled, mouth full of my fingers, spit mixed with my cum drooling down his chin. I rubbed hard, wiping each finger on his tongue, feeling his cock throbbing in his shorts, rock hard, betraying how much he loved the humiliation.

I laughed low, hoarse, pulling my hand back just to give his face a light slap, wet.

I lifted my top slow, tucking each still-throbbing tit back in, feeling the cool fabric brush the wet nipples and goosebump me again. I yanked the straps up hard, like locking a cage.

Then I took off his blindfold.

The look he gave me could kill: eyes wide, red with lust and shame, pupils huge, mouth half-open with the remnants of my taste still shining on his lower lip. He looked like a dog that got kicked and still licked the owner's hand. Pure fear, pure horniness, pure confusion. He stared at me like I was a demon right in front of him, perched on the bed.

"Now get the hell out, I wanna sleep," I said low, cold, without blinking.

He opened his mouth, stammered a sound that didn't turn into words, looked into my eyes one last time like begging forgiveness or more, and didn't have the guts for anything. He jumped up, tripping over his own pants, grabbed his t-shirt off the floor and bolted down the hall without looking back, the door clicking shut soft behind him.

I stayed there, alone, the room reeking of sex and power, smiling like the baddest bitch that ever lived.