Blow Job

Brielle's POV

His face beamed with pleasure as I muttered his name. I never imagined I would be confident enough to say his name.

"Hades..."

His eyes gleamed intensely, screaming his impatience to strip me off my rob and get the job done. I sighed shakily, expecting the worst to happen. I wasn't going to die in his hands. There surely must be a way out if I realized I wasn't satisfying him in bed.

It's either I took to my heels or my bones got ripped out. Each step we took towards his glorious bed, each time my heart leaped to my feet. I wasn't scared to engage in the act for the first time; I was scared I wouldn't satisfy him.

Suddenly, he dumped me onto the bed aggressively as my red dress tore apart from his stoic touch. I diverted my gaze from his eyes since I couldn't interpret what his stares meant.

"I'll do it myself!" he repeated and immediately began taking off his clothes. I stole a glance at his wardrobe and was a bit shocked to see just a few clothes there.

"Face here, little kid," he squeezed my chin and pushed me till I lay flat in bed, "I'm certain you're aware."

Though I guessed he meant the awareness about how enjoyable he did want sex, but it could be some different awareness. I raised my brows slightly, as my voice came out shallowly, "aware about what, master?"

Before I could say anymore words, he placed his hands on his thighs, dragging down his boxers. I could feel the desire of the cock for release. Once he got off his boxers, I had already started dragging down my panties. I wouldn't be slapped hard in the chin for not obeying simple instruction by him.

He sprinted towards me suddenly, raising his voice at me to open my lips and give him some pleasure. Blowjob.

"Blowjob?" I quietly asked. He chuckled softly. He wasn't impressed by my moves. He only confirmed my being novice at having sex. I wanted him to understand why I might have to decline his request for a blowjob but I couldn't voice out. His presence was overwhelming and each time I sighted the dangling cock in front of me, my heart beat faster than earlier.

He rushed it inside my mouth suddenly as he began to moan quietly. I grabbed it and gave him some pleasurable moments so I wouldn't die as a result of not doing so. It went on for half an hour and I was exhausted already. The weight of his cock on my throat only was capable of exhausting my energy. I tried to remove my lips but he raised his fist at me and his eyes shone devilishly, illuminating blackish red.

He was about to cum which prompted me to drop his cock off my throat; he was willing right now. He wasn't going to hit me for doing that. His pleasures had started growing wild and he couldn't wait to access the hole he had been staring at for a while now.

He raised my legs forcibly and as I nearly returned my legs to their original state, I observed the anger burning in his eyes, his wolf about to morph, seething with fury. I took a deep breath while my heart kept beating faster. I would promise anyone who could save me at the moment anything such wanted. I just needed to survive. I wouldn't be a next victim.

He rubbed his cock on my clit as pleasurable moans erupted from our lips. I was a bit shocked to hear such from this black-hearted monster that did lead a pack of wolves. As his desires reached a fever pitch, wild and unbridled, he placed his huge cock in front of my tiny hole. He diverted his stares from the hole up to my sweaty face and my palpitating heart.

"Why are you scared?" He asked, his tone laced with derision. I lowered my face to avoid the burning gaze from his eyes but suddenly, I grinned at the sudden penetration. I stared at my hole just when he unplugged his cock. I could see blood stains on the huge dick. Only the moon goddess knows for how long he's been growing it.

I didn't want him to penetrate a second time. That reflected through my voice. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop it. He pulled me towards himself recklessly, fondling my breasts with his thick palms. He penetrated a second time and pushed into me harder than ever.

I pretended to be alright from his hard pushes but my voice wasn't willing to pretend with me. He held my neck tightly with one hand, and held my legs with a second hand.

"Don't move," he warned and his voice resounded in the room. Tears brimmed down my eyes as I couldn't complain about how quickly he kept thrusting into my tiny hole.

I got tired of fate as I decided to make the best of their situation. Soonest, the situation cooperated with me as the pains from his quick and effective penetration switched to some desirable pleasures. I could feel his cock harden inside me each time it was thrusted. He slapped me across my breasts suddenly, ordering me to switch positions. He unplugged his dick and growled, "don't waste my time."

As I turned to switch to some other positions, I could feel my energy gone and I badly wanted to run out of here. He growled a second time and I knew he was about to rip out my bones if I didn't obey him promptly. This was probably what other women did that got him pissed off. He suddenly pulled me forcefully, as he re-inserts his cock, banging deep inside me, earning some desirable and loud moans from my lips.

He spanked my ass when I didn't maintain composure but as he took a few seconds to unplug his dick, I kicked him away as I struggled out of bed, hurrying to the door. If I didn't die for not satisfying him in bed, I shouldn't die for doing so.