004 — The Night I Broke Every Rule

(Ava’s POV)  

His throbbing cock hovered an inch from my lips. Heat rolled off it. Salt and sex and the faint bite of whiskey. My mouth watered at the sight of it before I even touched him.  

“Suck it.”  

The words scraped out, sounding rough and impatient. My wrists throbbed from the ties, but my hands were free now. I reached. Fingers wrapped around the base off his d*ck. My thumb couldn’t meet my fingers.  

I looked up. His fierce eyes locked on mine. It was dark and demanding.  

I opened my mouth, using my tongue first.  

I placed my tongue flat against the underside. I traced the vein that pulsed like a heartbeat. He hissed through his teeth. His hand tangled in my hair, not guiding me. Just holding.  

I took the head and swirled my tongue on it. The taste exploded—salty precum, her leftover gloss, and him. My lips stretched wide as I pushed forward, taking his prick, inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat.  

Gag.  

He didn’t pull back. He just flexed his hips. going deeper. My eyes watered, spit coming out from my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard.  

“Fuck. Yeah.”  

His voice cracked and that was the first time he sounded human.  

I bobbed. Slow at first. Then faster with one hand twisting at the base. My other hand cupped his huge balls tightly. I rolled them.

He groaned, very low. His grip tightened in my hair as he pulled it. My scalp stung though but I loved it.  

I pulled off with a pop. Strings of spit connected us. I licked them away and went back in. Deeper this time, my nose touching his skin.  

He thrust in very hard, fucking my mouth. Wet sounds filled the room. My jaw ached but I didn’t care at all as he was giving me what I desperately needed.  

“Hands behind your back.”  

I obeyed instantly. He took over with both hands in my hair now, holding my head still as he thrust harder and faster. My throat burned. Tears streaked my cheeks.  

I moaned around him. 

He yanked out suddenly. He slapped my wet, heavy cock on my cheek.   

“Bed. Now.”  

I scrambled back. My legs were shaky. The clamps still bit into my nipples of my boobs. Every move tugged the chain. Pain shot straight to my clit.  

He climbed over me and pushed my thighs apart with his knees. His cock dragged up my slit. He didn't put it in. The head of his c*ck nudged at my entrance.  

I bucked. “Please—”  

He slapped my pussy very hard.  

I yelped.  

“Beg for it.”  

“Please. Fuck me. I need it.”  

He lined up and pushed just the head.  

More.  

He sank in very slow and relentless, going in inch by inch. My walls fluttered around him. So fucking full.  

He bottomed out. Balls against my ass. We both stilled.  

With full force, he moved. Hard. Deep. No mercy. He kept thrusting in and out very fast. The bed slammed against the wall. 

I screamed.  

He grabbed the chain between the clamps and pulled it. My nipples stretched. Pain and pleasure collided. 

"Gosh!!! I gonna cum" I blurted out. He went faster this time.

As he adjusted me using my neck to fit in the perfect position, I came hard, clenching around him. Juices squirted out around his cock.  

He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it. Harder and faster. His hand wrapped around my throat, owning them.  

“Look at me.”  

I did. His eyes were wild. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my chest.  

He flipped me suddenly on my stomach, facing my ass up. He smacked my ass as I arched my back. He yanked my hips back and slammed in again. Deeper this angle, He went all in and hit something inside that made me see stars.  

I buried my face in the pillow. This muffled my screams.  

He pressed my ass with his huge hands, opening my ass as he went on.  

“LOUDER.”  

I let go and screamed into the room. His name? I didn’t even know it. Jist raw pleasure.

He pulled my hair tightly, raising my face from the pillow as I moaned out.. He then cover my mouth, almost choking me. His hands almost covered my whole face instead. 

"Umm Fuck yeah" He went on, thrusting in as he took one puff of his smoke which he set aside on the drawer near the bed. He set the cigar aside, releasing the smoke while he filled my ass.

He then reached under my pussy. He inserted his fingers on my clit, rubbing fast in cruel circles.  

Another orgasm crashed instantly. My legs gave out. He held me up and still fucked me through it. 

He pulled out and flipped me again. He pushed my knees to my chest and folded me in half before he drove back in.  

We were face to face now. His hands were by the side of my face on the bed, his abs facing me directly. I could feel his body now. His breath was ragged. Mine too.  

“Touch yourself.”  

I did immediately. I started from my boobs and went straight to my clit. I could see his cock sliding in and out. 

He watched. Eyes on my fingers where we joined.  

“Gonna come inside you.”  

I nodded. I couldn’t even speak even when some serious thoughts flashed in my mind. Cum? What if I get pregnant for him? 

He thrust deep, bringing me back to him. With one final thrust, he came, filling me with his hot loads.  

"Fuck!! Ohh shit!!" He vibrated as he pulled out his dick and stroke it hard, milking the walls of my pussy as he shot his last cum.

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He finished inside me, slapped his wet dick on the sheets, and rolled off the bed without a word. I lay there, cum leaking onto the silk sheets, staring at the ceiling trying to catch my breath and savor the moment.  

When I sat up, he was already dressed, scrolling his phone. He was damn quick for no reason. It seemed like he got some strength left while i was goddamm tired.

“Uber’s outside,” he said. “Five minutes.”  

I cleaned up quickly with tissues from the nightstand—pathetic. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger: mascara smudged, bite marks blooming on my neck. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and slipped out the service exit.  

The rideshare was a dented Prius. The driver—a college kid—did a double-take when I climbed in reeking of sex and whiskey.  

“Rough night?” he asked.  

I didn’t answer. I just stared out the window, very tired. I could barely feel my body.

I paid in cash, tipped too much, and tiptoed through the lobby. The doorman’s eyes lingered on my neck.  

The penthouse was dark. Leon’s side of the bed was cold. I kicked off my heels in the foyer, dress half-zipped, and stumbled straight to the bedroom. The silk comforter swallowed me whole. I planted my face into the pillow, still tasting the stranger on my tongue, and let the blackout take me.  

Mrs. Lin, the housekeeper, found me an hour later. She sprawled across the bed, one shoe still dangling from my foot. She shook my shoulder gently at first, then harder.  

“Young mistress?” she whispered, voice sharp with alarm. “Ava, wake up. What the hell did you drink?”  

I didn’t stir.  

She leaned closer, noticing the red marks circling my wrists, and the faint bruise blooming on my collarbone. Her eyes widened.  

“Hello? Did you forget? You’re meeting the heir of HK Group at noon—your husband’s best friend, the one who missed the wedding. He’s already landed.”