No sooner were we in the SUV than Paz took my wrists and bound them with the seatbelt. I watched with wide eyes as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and lowered his zipper.

My breath caught.

Not only was his cock twice the length of my two previous boyfriends', but it was also thicker. Much thicker. Oh my god. Like comparing a baseball bat to a pencil. I wasn't sure I'd even be able to close my fingers all the way around the dark maroon flesh, although he didn't have that problem as he gripped his shaft tightly and pumped it. Pearlescent drops wept from the flared head.

"Do you want my cock, Anna?" Paz growled, pumping his fist again.

My sex spasmed. "Yes. Yes, please," I said, licking my lips and unable to look away from the arousing sight.

"On your knees. If it becomes too much, stomp your feet. You won't be able to use your safe word while choking on my cock," he warned, the hint of a smile on his face.

"Okay," I agreed, sliding to the floor in front of him as I watched another drop glide over the head to create a glistening string.

Paz gathered my long hair in his hand, wrapping it around his fist several times until he tightened at my nape, then slowly pressed my mouth down to his cock. He held me an inch away, and I strained towards it, my tongue outstretched to gather my first taste. Slightly smoky and salty, I flicked over the slit.

He chuckled. "Always the bad girl, Anna. You just can't wait, can you? Very well."

He pushed my head down, and I opened to take him inside. So thick. It was hard to hold my mouth open wide enough. I didn't want to scrape him with my teeth. He released his grip on his shaft and instead used his fingers to coax my jaw wider. I relaxed, and he drove my face downward, until he hit the back of my mouth.

"Swallow, Anna. Suck my big cock down," he growled as he continued to exert force on my head.

Gagging slightly, I swallowed, and he groaned. "Yes, exactly like that. Let me into your little throat." He pushed until my lips met his groin, black crinkly hairs tickling my nose. His fingers caressed the distended bulge in my neck. "I fucking love the look of my cock in your throat."

He pulled my hair, lifting my head until only the tip remained in my mouth, my tongue stroking along the ridge and flicking the slit. He'd brought me so much pleasure, and finally, I could return some with this glorious, silky steel length. Damn, I loved his feel, taste, and scent, every inhale almost hypnotic as it sunk into my lungs.

"You know how to call your safe word. Make sure you take little breaths when you get the chance. Now that I have your sexy wet lips wrapped around my cock, I'm not stopping until you are swallowing my cum. If you pass out, I'll fucking wake you and continue until I'm done," he growled, eyes lit with dark flame. "Do you understand? Tell me."

Part of me was shocked at his coarse threat. Paz was dangerous, a predator in every regard, yet my instincts refused to believe he'd actually harm me. Instead, the power of him was a thrumming electrical change in my sensitized flesh. God, this man turned me on and it seemed like the more he threatened to be rough with me, the greater my arousal. Maybe I'd lost all sense of self-preservation.

His gaze narrowed, and he tugged my hair. I released his cock to answer, "Yes, Paz. I understand."

The smile he gave as he shoved my head down was wicked, with a lethal edge that had me clenching my thighs.

I widened my mouth and sucked him in. He didn't wait, pushing at my throat until I had no choice but to swallow him down. He held me there for a few seconds before tugging my head up again, only to thrust deeper once more. As his hand guided me, he moved quicker. Saliva fell from my lips, coating his shaft and pooling on his balls. A light-headed, slightly dizzy sensation set in as my mouth was drawn up and down faster. I took quick sips of air at the top, but his thick cock blocked my airway when he shoved down my throat.

His pace increased, my lips tingling. No longer could I keep up flicking with my tongue. Instead, I settled for holding my mouth as wide as possible as the lewd slurping, squelching sounds multiplied in volume.

I craved touching him, caressing his balls, as he took his gratification from my body. But I could only fist my hands together, restrained by the seatbelt. He was absolutely in control, completely dominating every aspect of this. I wasn't giving him a blow job. No, he was taking what he wanted, fucking my mouth. I was a toy, a receptacle. It was dirty, filthy, something good little girls didn't do, and oh my god, I loved it. I loved the sounds of his pleasure. Heat built in my core as his groans grew louder and the fist in my hair rougher.

"Fuck, you've got a wet little mouth, Anna," he growled as his length thickened further and his hips rose to my face. He kept me there, roaring, as his cock jerked, ropes of cum erupting down my throat. More than I'd previously experienced. Hell, everything with Paz seemed more. He came over and over, and my vision had darkened at the edges when he finally pulled my head up.

Between gasps, I licked the last of his release, sucking it off his cock as he withdrew from my mouth. Releasing my hair, he tucked his still impressive length back into his slacks, refastening them and his belt.

He lifted me off the floor to rest against his torso as I panted. His fingers massaged my scalp as he cupped my breast through my dress. With thumb and forefinger, he pinched the taut peak, and I moaned. A pleased rumble vibrated his chest and his other hand lowered from my hair to quest between my thighs, finding my slick sex.

"Why Anna, you have a soaked cunt," he purred. "I'd almost think you enjoyed me fucking those plump little lips of yours." He tweaked nipple and clit at the same time and I squealed, body jerking as more moisture flooded from me while the bite of pain turned to shivery heat. "Did you enjoy that?"

I licked my swollen lips. "Yes."

"Really, my dear. You are just too perfect." Raising his voice slightly, he added, "Park the car now," and I realized he was talking to the driver. Holy hell. I'd forgotten about the driver and bodyguard in the front seat. There was no glass partition. This wasn't a limousine. It was an extended SUV with a deep back seat and extra leg room. They'd heard every single thing we'd said. Every moan. Every groan. Every wet plunge of his cock into my mouth.

Heat washed over my cheeks, my eyes widening, and I tilted my gaze up to his. Paz's expression held a dark satisfaction, the curl of his lips, set of his jaw, and narrowed intensity of his black eyes roving over my face, telling me he knew I'd forgotten, that he'd distracted me so completely. I might have deluded myself that they didn't know what we'd done under the cover of the restaurant tablecloth, but there was no mistaking that he'd just thoroughly fucked my mouth mere feet from them, and I'd loved every second.

Was it a power play for me? Or for his men? Did it actually matter? Even had I remembered, I'd still have chosen to do it. Hell, I'd do it again, regardless if I squirmed with embarrassment later when the haze of lust left me. Paz had me wanting to be bold, to be the sexy woman he called me. He gave me confidence.

The vehicle stopped, and the bodyguard opened the door, scanning the surroundings. Paz' thumb swept over my sex once more before he raised a glistening hand to his mouth, licking each finger slowly and making decadent sounds of pleasure. With a third pinch to my nipple that left me gasping, he smiled that half smirk, unwound the seatbelt from my wrists, and lifted me from his lap.

"Out you get, sexy little Anna, or I'll start devouring that wet little cunt right here," he purred.

I choked down another moan as a shiver wracked me, then moved towards the open door, bending to get out. His fingers slipped under my dress to squeeze my bare ass, and I squeaked, gripping the door and vehicle frame. The bodyguard held a hand out to me, his lips twitching as if holding back a smile, and my cheeks heated. Bold, Anna. Confidence. I bit my lip and took his fingers, letting him help me out, with Paz right behind me. As soon as Paz stood, the bodyguard released my grip, inclined his head to Paz, and stepped away.

The warm weight of Paz's palm at my back guided me towards my house and up my steps while I dug out my keys and unlocked the door. No sooner was the front door closed than he picked me up by the thighs and carried me into the living room, my pulse racing. He spun me in his arms and bent me over the back of the padded brown leather couch, flipping my dress up over my ass.

The unexpected move drove the air from my lungs as I reached down to brace my palms on the seat. But I didn't have time to recover my breath. Hands on my inner thighs, he dove in with that tongue. Lightning forked through my abdomen. God, how did he have such an amazing tongue? Licking over my labia, flicking my clit, and swiping it over my ass, he growled. I squirmed, fire racing along nerves singing arias to his name.

The prick of nails scored my skin.

I was losing my mind, clearly. He had perfectly manicured short fingernails, yet still, they stung the sensitive area between thigh and buttcheek, sending sparks from every scrape and bite. And that tongue. Not an inch of me was left unexplored, reaching well beyond what was reasonable. What the hell did I care about it making sense when my flesh trembled, heat surging through my veins, and I screamed in orgasm?

Hands lifted my trembling ragdoll body from the couch, and Paz gave a deep chuckle. "Mmm. Now that took a bit of the edge off so I can take my time fucking this glorious cunt of yours."