9: CHOKING ON IT

ACE

Everyone knew Brooke Hamilton as the most successful young model in the country.

She'd adored far and wide for the charitable organizations she runs and the way she owns ever runway, as well as how every article of clothing she advertises sells out in hours of being launched.

But her industrial and influential personality isn’t her best quality, her best qualities are taking my dick as deeply as possible, strangling around it or choking on it….

Or riding like she was on a horseback, just like she was doing right now.

“God, you feel….” she bit down her lower lip, holding her breath when I blew smoke unto her jiggling tits, “fucking amazing,” she finished with a satisfied moan.

Skillfully, she rolled her hips, making my vision blur from the bliss that accompanied it.

I grunted, tortured yet pleased by the slow pace she’d assumed before I spanked her ass to signal that she needed to pick up the pace. Giggling breathlessly, she obliged, bouncing on my dick with a precision and intensity that proved she was trying her hardest to leave a lasting impression on me.

Her screams and whimpers filled the master bedroom of my home as she continued to slam up and down my length without catching a breath. I felt her obvious discomfort each time I took a generous drag of my cigarette and puffed it in her face, but she ignored it, grinding against me even harder instead of voicing her displeasure.

The dirty little thing she was being despite the prim and innocent way she acted in public was her way of overcompensating in hopes that I’d treat her as anything other than a warm hole for my pleasure.

But that would never happen. Not with her, not any female in existence.

“Oh, my….” she cried out like she was at heaven’s gate, the sound earning a groan from me.

My dick twitched inside her when I blew out another puff of smoke and she inhaled it to impress me, only to end up coughing through a strained moan and having to clear her throat afterwards. Somehow she managed to maintain her pace, reaching around her to massage my balls just how I loved it.

That act caused something feral to snap within me and I felt a maddening urge to punish her.

I wrapped a fist around her hair and pulled it back harshly, tilting her entire body and forcing her movements to halt before I started to drive my hips up roughly, pounding her dripping pussy while her screams heightened like she was on the verge of insanity, one caused by the pleasure pulsing endlessly through both of us.

“Please. Plea….se, Ace,” she begged, tears brimming in her eyes when I moved off the chair and fucked her even harder.

“Begging?” I growled, my balls tightening from having her at my mercy, “you know that only riles me up.”

Excitement gleamed in her eyes, “harder, please,” she dared me.

Deciding to give her just that, I reached behind me and dropped my cigarette in an ashtray and used both hands to grab her hips before drilling into her with all my might. I watched tears pour down her face, smudging her makeup as she threw her head back and moaned like she was on the verge of an orgasm.

All the clenching and pulsing from her pussy triggered the build up of my release as well, then I let go of her hips and let her take the reigns again, bouncing up and down on my throbbing length until we both came together, her legs shaking violently as she continued to ride me until every drop of my cum was buried deep inside her.

“Ugh,” she let out a satisfied sigh, lifting herself off me and heading into the bathroom while I watched wordlessly.

As the water ran while she cleaned up, I lit my cigarette and lifted it to my lips, taking a generous drag to calm my racing pulse after the release I’d enjoyed. Several drags later, Brooke re-emerged from the bathroom naked with her face bare of makeup and skin glistening with droplets of water.

A smile spread across her lips when she looked in my direction and saw that I had my eyes on her, but I didn’t return it.

“By the way, the dinner with my mom is in a couple of days and I wanted to check with your schedule so we’d fix a time and place,” she said as she pulled on her underwear while facing the mirror.

I remained quiet for a while, mauling over my obvious answer to see if there was reason to change it. And frankly, there wasn’t, it was the right answer and anything else would cause unnecessary discomfort for me and I never inconvenienced myself for anyone.

“Don’t bother with all that,” I answered while exhaling smoke.

She paused while pulling her dress on, turning around to look at me with a confused expression. We both knew that my response meant, so her confusion did nothing but tick me off.

“And why’s that?” she asked anyways.

I held her gaze and spelt things out for her, “because I won’t be attending.”

She dragged her dress down roughly, her forehead creasing as she fought back her frustration. I knew she was trying not to express it before me because I’d send her out of my presence the second she acted up, and she seemed to be dangerously hovering near that line.

“Ace, I don’t think I’m asking for too much here,” she sighed heavily, “I’ve never asked you for exclusivity, and I don’t complain about you fucking other girls,” her pitch rose a bit.

“So, the least you can do is respect our engagement by attending a dinner that’ll take no more than an hour, especially since my mother had to cancel important plans to free up a day for it,” she finished with a tight expression.

I slumped further into my chair, making myself comfortable before I looked her dead in the eyes and spoke.

“Then go ahead and end the engagement if you’re not okay with how I treat you.”

She swallowed a gasp, her lips parting open in shock before closing back again. Then she walked closer to me, her lips quivering and eyes glossy.

“Ace, that’s n—”

“Get the fuck out of my sight, right now,” I ordered, spinning my chair around so I was backing her.

I heard her let out a ragged breath and then her heels clacked behind me as she walked out and slammed the door behind her, leaving me in peace and quiet. I dragged in a breath of fresh air, relived to have gotten her off my ass before I reached for a glass of water and downed it.

Just as I placed down the empty glass, Nick walked into the room with a questionable look on his face.

“You good?” I asked as he settled on the edge of the bed.

“Sure,” he nodded, “but I just ran into a somber Brooke walking out of the house like she was trying her hardest to fight back tears,” he pointed out something he absolutely had no business with.

I raised a brow at him, “And you’re telling me this because?”

“Because you need to treat her better, man. She’s good for you, and you can’t keep making her bawl her eyes out because you’re still hung up on something a girl from your past did to you,” he sad with a sympathetic tone that I didn’t care for.

Especially when he was referring to a part of me that I’d kept under lock and key for years and hated to be reminded of. I gripped the arms of the chair until my knuckles turned white, fighting off the horrid memories that were threatening to surface.

A bitter taste filled my mouth when her face flashed through my mind’s eye; my greatest pain and joy.

“Just get the hell out, now!” I thundered at Nick, enraged at the thoughts he’d stirred up.

“Figure your shit out,” he snorted before walking out majestically.

The door shut behind him and I decided to do the same thing I’d done the night she turned my entire world upside down; drinking myself into oblivion.