Chapter 11 – How To Punish An Ex R18

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 – How To Punish An Ex R18

Tatiana stayed on her knees.

Jesse looked down at her. Mascara smeared. His T-shirt riding up her thighs. Hands still clasped like she was begging a priest.

"Yes," she said. Her voice was small. "I’ll do anything you want me to do."

Jesse shut the front door. The lock clicked loud in the quiet apartment.

He turned and faced her.

"Are you sure you’re down to do whatever I want?"

Tatiana paused. Just for a second. Like she was weighing the options and realizing she didn’t have any.

"Yes," she said. "I’m down to do whatever you want."

Jesse grinned.

He unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants and boxers down in one motion, and let his cock spring free.

All nine thick inches of it. It was heavy and already half-hard from watching her kneel.

It dangled in front of her face.

Tatiana’s eyes went wide. The color drained from her cheeks.

She had always avoided this. Every time he’d tried to push, she’d winced, claimed it hurt, rolled over, or found some excuse. He’d spent two years thinking something was wrong with him. Now he understood. She’d simply never wanted to deal with what he was packing.

She didn’t have a choice anymore.

Jesse stepped closer. His cock swung with the movement, thick and veined, like it had been locked away too long and was finally free to take what it wanted.

"This dick won’t suck itself," he said.

Tatiana’s throat worked. Her hands shook as she reached up, wrapped her fingers around the base, and guided the head past her lips.

The heat of her mouth hit him like a punch.

Jesse’s eyes almost rolled back. For one dangerous second he thought he was going to nut right there. He forced it down. His cock only throbbed harder, stretching her lips wider.

She didn’t take him deep. She never had. She kept most of the length outside, bobbing shallowly like she was afraid of choking.

Jesse noticed.

He pulled out of her mouth with a wet sound. A thin string of spit connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock.

"Take the shirt off," he ordered. "I want to see your tits."

Tatiana hesitated only a second, then pulled his T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.

Her breasts spilled free. Full enough. Soft. Pretty by most standards.

Jesse looked at them and felt nothing but comparison.

Natalia’s breasts from last night’s live stream were heavier. Fuller. The kind that strained against expensive bras and made a man lose track of a conversation. Tatiana’s were fine. Just fine. They came up short.

"Kneel properly," he said. "And keep sucking."

She dropped back down and took him into her mouth again.

Jesse locked eyes with her. When she tried to look away, he caught her chin.

"Eyes on me."

She forced herself to meet his gaze while she sucked him off. The humiliation sat plain on her face. He liked it there.

If someone had told Jesse a day like this would come, he wouldn’t believe them.

But right now, Tatiana was sucking his dick and giving him pleasure he never thought was possible for him.

After a minute he got tired of the shallow bobbing. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and shoved his cock all the way down her throat in one hard thrust.

Tatiana gagged hard. Her throat convulsed around him. Tears sprang to her eyes and spilled over.

Jesse didn’t ease up.

He fucked her mouth. Deep, steady strokes that forced every inch past her gag reflex. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare breasts. Her hands came up to push at his thighs, but he kept her pinned, using her face like it belonged to him.

The wet heat and the tight squeeze of her throat dragged him right to the edge.

He growled and buried himself to the root one last time. His cock pulsed hard as he came straight down her throat. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. He pulled back just enough to paint the last few spurts across her tongue and over her lips, then smeared the head across her cheek, leaving a messy streak of white.

Tatiana’s eyes were wet and wide. She started to lean toward the side, ready to spit.

"Swallow it," Jesse ordered.

She froze.

"Swallow every drop. Now."

She hesitated, throat working, then forced it down. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she did.

Jesse stepped back, still half-hard, watching her.

Tatiana wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and pushed herself to her feet like she thought they were finished. She turned toward the bedroom.

Jesse caught her wrist.

"This isn’t over, whore," he said. "We’re just getting started."

Her heart slammed so hard he could almost hear it.

He spun her around, smacked her bare ass hard enough to leave a red handprint, and yanked her back against his body. His cock, already thickening again, pressed hot and heavy against the soft curve of her ass.

Jesse’s voice was low and calm in her ear.

"Get on the couch. On your hands and knees. Ass up."

Tatiana’s breath hitched.