Truly

by Carmel Rhodes

“Open your fucking mouth or I’ll force it down your throat.” “Noah, please, you’ve taken this too far already.” Tears and snot drip down my face. I can’t handle another minute of this torture. A violent sob racks through me. I glance at Noah hoping to find a shred of compassion, but all I see is emptiness. “I won’t ask again,” he threatens, gripping my jaw so tightly my mouth pops open. I relent, letting him dip the tip into my mouth. I struggle in this position to take him in my mouth. I’m completely at his mercy as he fucks my face. He starts slow, his measured strokes pushing deeper and deeper. Just when I think I’m used to the way he stretches my throat; he pushes a little further. Before long, his strokes become less controlled and more erratic. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. Coughing, gasping, gagging, I struggle to free myself. My nails dig into his thighs before he lifts up. A thin string of spittle connects my lip to his dick. Then he pulls back, with his hand gripped around his shaft, he jerks his dick until white milky cream shoots from his tip and splashes on my face. I am hollow. I cough and sputter, desperate to fill my lungs. He smears his thumb in the mess, pressing the digit into my mouth. Forcing me to clean the brininess

What the fuck? Is he getting away with that shit!? Now that I finish the book, there is more to the story. Lot of trigger points, be warned!!

off him. “Fuck, you look so pretty with my cum all over your face.” He pushes to his feet, shoving his semi-erect cock back into his shorts. Leaning over, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and bops me on my nose. “Tell anyone about this, and I will fucking kill you.”

Hell??? I will bite that shit off!!!

I reached into the metaphorical sink and got cut. It could have been worse, I rationalize. At least he didn’t rape me.

Girl, that was rape! Hello! Rape, doesnt have to be vaginal penetration, not to mention he had his fingers and mouth in there. He is a fucking RAPIST! DUH!

It isn’t until I reach the threshold that I realize he’s following me. Oh shit. His hand on my wrist halts my exit. “I could give you good memories,” he says, pressing his chest against my back. “Memories of me being gentle to erase the bad ones?” The door clicks open, and I stumble inside. Noah locks the door behind us.

Seriously,girl!! I thought you were smarter than that! Damn!!

I went from loathing him, to fearing him, then miraculously falling in love with him.

Like I said there is more to the story.

you couldn’t keep bending yourself to make me comfortable, and I realized I don’t want to be the kind of man who makes you bend. I don’t want to change the person you are, Truly. I only want to change your last name.”

At last!!!!