Fucking. Powerless.
I pull my hips back a fraction, then thrust forward, and she takes it, humming again when I ease back. Grabbing onto my hips, she pulls me into her, her thumbs rubbing along my hip flexors, which has me thrusting harder at the sensation, her head bobbing along with my movements, taking me in and out until I get what I asked for.
The sound of her gagging against my cock fills the entryway, and it’s the last thing I can take. My release slides down my spine, straight into my balls, and I yank at her hair, gasping, “I’m going to come.”
But she refuses to move, taking me all the way in as she gags again, her throat constricting around my cock. I spill into her, roaring as I do, unable to stop the hot stream now sliding down her throat. Only then does she relent, easing back so I’m not cutting off all her air, but holding me in her mouth while I finish emptying into her.
I can’t see straight by the time I’m finished, my body sagging against the door. My chest heaves with every breath as I gulp down air, muscles on fire from straining to keep myself in check and tensing from the orgasm.
“Fucking hell,” I pant, head hitting the wall behind me. She pops off my overly sensitive cock at the same time, and my whole body trembles.
“So, it was okay?” she asks, still on her knees before me.
When I let my head droop forward, she’s licking her lips, afinger wiping away a little dribble of my cum that’s slowly sliding down from the corner of her mouth, tears leaking from her eyes. I’m spent, for now, but watching her do that is going to be seared into my brain for the rest of eternity, especially when she licks it off the tip of her finger, staring up at me.
“Baby, you just made me blow my load in, like, two minutes,” I tell her.
“Better than in your pants?”
“Woman,” I say in warning, but it means nothing when I’m laughing at the same time. She’s not wrong. “I don’t know where you learned that and I don’t need to know, but fuck am I ever glad you did.”
“It’s not what you think,” she tells me when I hold my hands out to help her up to her feet. “I’m not really that experienced.”
The thought I always had whenever something came up and she’d give me that innocent look, taking a few seconds to connect the dots on what was going on, comes flooding back. It wasn’t far from the truth then. Which doesn’t explain how good she is at giving head.
“B, if you’re about to tell me you’re a virgin, I might need a minute,” I tell her, hauling my pants up so I can bend over and take my boots off.
“What? Oh god, no! No, notthatinexperienced,” she says, toeing off her sneakers, then pausing like she’s not sure if she should take her leggings off or pull them back up like me. “But I never wanted to seem like I didn’t know what I was doing, so I… practiced.”
With one boot off and the other still on, I stand straight up, mouth hanging open. She practiced? She practiced. I did just hear her right, didn’t I? My cock sure thinks so, the way he’s taking note, waiting to hang on every word that comes next.
“What do you mean you practiced?”
Her cheeks are turning a pretty pink, and she reaches down to grab her pants, which makes me think she might suddenly be feeling vulnerable or embarrassed. I take her hands, kneeling down so I can gaze up at her as she leans over.
“Whatever you tell me, I’m positive I’m going to find hot as fuck, so I beg of you, please tell me.” The fact that she practiced is hot enough without details, but my brain needs them. Needs to know exactly what she means. A banana? Oh fuck, I could totally see her trying to take a whole ass banana in her mouth. Or a cucumber. Damn.
“Well, it…” She takes a breath, stands up straight, and gazes down at me, our positions reversed from moments ago. “It makes me hot to suck a cock. So, some nights, I don’t just use my toys to fuck myself.”
I’m not a praying man. But in that moment, I put my hands together, look to the heavens and mutter, “Thank you, Jesus.”
Then I’m grabbing her around the legs, hoisting her up, and throwing her over my shoulder to her delighted screams.
Chapter 43
Bryn
“Wyatt!”Icryoutas he rushes down the length of my house, bypassing my living room and kitchen to go straight to the bedroom. “What are you doing?”
The question is silly, since I’m hoping his answer will be taking me to bed so he can fuck me all night long. But he surprises me by saying, “I need to see.”
“See what?” I ask one second before I’m flying through the air, yelping as I go.
Landing on my back on my mattress, a wave of heat flows through me at the show of strength from the man standing at the foot of the bed. I thought he looked out of control when I was giving him a blow job, but it’s nothing compared to the heat I’m seeing now.
Good. That can only mean good things for me. I’m riled up, my body primed and ready for him to touch me, kiss me, and fuck me until I can’t walk. And with the size of his cock, I’m almost positive it’ll be easy for him, unlike how hard it was to suck him down like I did.
“Your toys,” he says, grabbing onto my leggings still wrapped around my knees to yank them down my legs. “Will you sho…ow…”
