Chapter 7

Lana's POV

“I'd say this and say it once Lana” his voice had become unusually deep making me swallow hard on my spit.

“The only person you should worry about his opinion is ME!!!”

He moved closer still composed as usual “I don't care what they think of you. And I will make sure I handle the idiot who called you a slut. Because do you know why?” He kept moving forward.

I shook my head to indicate I didn't know why. But my eyes focused on the fire burning mercilessly in his eye.

A promise of something.

Not warm .

Not kind.

But cold.

More like punishment to every one deserving of it including me.

At this point I could swear that my pants were soaked.

No, not soaked.

They were fucking ruined.

My chest heaved.

I couldn't even move my legs.

His scent had evaded my space and even crawled up my spine sending hot waves down my legs making my pussy clench so fucking hard like it was begging for a dick I hadn't even seen yet.

It was like he could sense it. Or even smell it because he walked towards me like he had a plan up his sleeves.

And just like I suspected, his hands slowly reached for my neck.

I wouldn't be surprised if I looked stupid at that point but I closed my eyes, savouring the feel of his fingers closed round my slender neck.

His palm was warm, a sharp contrast from the wind that had almost chilled my skin.

I thought that was enough, till I felt the hot sharp breath he blew on my ears as he whispered slowly, words that only me could hear him.

“Because you are mine. And only I could call you slut. My slut. And only I can touch you. Because I own you and every part of you”.

The chills I felt from earlier when the wind had first hit my skin was nothing compared to what I had felt now.

I needed to back away from him.

I needed to breathe.

No scratch that. It was his fingers I needed inside me again.

Fucking me till I screamed.

Till I came over his finger.

Till I buckled against his hands recklessly again stretching every single part of me.

Or I could just sit on those lips while his tongue licked each and every part of me, running down and playing with my clit till my cream filled his lips.

The sound of the wind on the distant trees comes in sync with my erotic thought.

“On your knees” his voice brings me out of my mystery.

“What?”

“I don't like repeating myself. This is something you should have learned by now”. His fingers tighten a little more on my throat.

“On your knees Lana. And make it quick”

Honestly I didn't want to, but how my knees got to touch the ground I didn't know. Fuck!!!

“I need your lips around my cock”.

My mouth fell open. This was far beyond what I had imagined today. My lips on his cock?

Yeah I know I had done many things, but having to suck up a dick was not one of them.

Micheal my ex never liked blow jobs. He was more of the straight to business type of guy.

How do I explain that despite my sextape flying around the internet like a certified p**n star,nI had never given a blow job before. I didn't even know if I'd use my teeth or my lip or my tongue.

He must have seen the hint of hesitation on my face while he unbuckled himself but his next word threw me off.

“You could use your lip or your cunt and ass out here, anyone could see us. And If you don't choose I'd do it for you. You have the next three seconds”.

“One…. Two…”

“Lip. I'd chose my lips”. I said as I looked up. The sun shining directly on his face. He looked beautiful, gorgeous even. But it was the type that notorious serial killers use to lure victims to their death.

He pulled out his penis in one swift move.

He was not just hard. He was big with veins that went round him. The type that filled you up the moment he entered your pussy.

I swallowed hard, because now I was regretting why I didn't choose my pussy. Besides, it looked lonely here, like we were alone.

He pressed his dick to my lip. Waiting for me to open up. And when I finally did, he slid in smoothly as I used my lip to clamp around it.

He moved in and out again this time holding my hair in a low bun ponytail slowly directing my head.

“Not your teeth. Just your lip and tongue” he said as he squeezed my hair a little hard pulling me backward so that I could take more of him.

He tilts me a little more so my upper half is bent backwards. He's looking down on me with manic eyes that could kill.

“Now suck and make it feel good like the way you had felt when I dipped my fingers deep into your fucking wet cunt.” There's a strain in his voice as he pushes more of his dick inside my mouth. “Now fucking suck!!”

I didn't dare to defy him, even if on a normal day, I would have. The only problem was that I was still new to this so I just attempted to lick the head and watch his reaction. If he moaned in pleasure to it I'd just continue doing it.

“Don't tell me this is the first time you're giving a bj?” he pushed my head back to stare in my eyes waiting for an answer.

Of course I couldn't talk, I had him in my mouth so I just nod my head to agree.

I thought I saw a faint line of smile on his face, I wasn't sure, my eyes had become blurry with tears from almost gagging but when I tried to look back again it wasn't there anymore. “ Hollow your cheeks and loosen your jaw. Don't just lick , suck”. I could hear the lust deep in his voice.

“That's it”, he breathes out, his tone loosening for the first time since I met him. “Use your tongue”.

And that was what I did. But I felt his hold on my hair stiffen. I guess I must have used my teeth again. But soon just soon enough I found out that was not the case.

He was done being gentle with me. The squeeze on my hair and press on my jaw made me open my mouth more than I had. “How about I show you how it's done” and with that he thrust all the way to the back till it touched that little dangling thing at the back of my throat.

He keeps it there, choking me until my eyes nearly bulge out.

At some point I thought I was going to die with his dick in my throat, but then I felt him get bigger and bigger and when I thought he wouldn't finish a salty taste exploded in my mouth while I fell to the ground trying to gasp for breath.