I felt undeniably exposed with my legs spread wide and my hands at my back. Heat flared at my center, but there would be no relief until I spilled. Just empty space and chilly air to tease me. I fastened my lips around him, drawing in a deep breath, and gave up on the idea of begging him for what I wanted, needed.

His belt on my ass.

Him telling me I wasn’t a worthless, unlovable whore.

Him inside me. Now.

God, I needed all those things more than my next breath, so I sucked his cock with vigor, laving my tongue on the underside of his shaft, around the head, flicking lightly over the slit, before taking him deep. Over and over again—lick, swirl, flick, and suck him hard. All the while, I kept my gaze latched on his face.

“Your mouth is fucking heaven.” He groaned, neck straining as he tilted his head back. He fisted my hair and pulled me closer, plunging past my tonsils. I gagged, struggling not to struggle, and gagged again. I whined around his shaft, my eyes burning from the position he’d forced me into.

“Fuck. Feels so good when you gag.”

Shit, I was in trouble. I closed my eyes and tried not to panic, reminding myself that this was Rafe, and he wouldn’t hurt me.

He just had tastes.

Don’t panic.

I sucked in air through my nose and tried to get my gag reflex under control. Another long groan splintered the air, and he started thrusting.

Fast.

Hard.

Like a driven man.

Then he tempered the rhythm, pushing between my lips slow and gentle like he had all the time in the world to fuck my mouth.

Stamina, he’d said. He wasn’t kidding.

But this was about more than getting head. I’d waited too long to come to him, had suffered in silence and hid the reason. That’s why he was so worked up, so pissed off. I’d demanded he open up to me in the shower, then I’d turned around and done the opposite.

He sped up the tempo again, plundering my mouth until my eyes stung from the pain. I wrung my fingers behind me to keep from shoving him away because that would only make this worse for me. My job was to kneel and take it. So I took his cock and ignored the slurping noises escaping my lips. He slipped in and out, and each time he hit the back of my throat, I dry-heaved, a thrust away from vomiting. Let it be over soon.

Without warning, he pulled out.

“You ready to tell me the truth now?”