Page 43 of At His Beck & Call

There’s no tenderness today, that’s what’s different. The other times we’ve been together, it’s as if he’s been holding back, treating me gentler than he truly wants to. This version of him feels more real, more authentic, and I’m not sure which I prefer.

“Yes, it’s clear,” I murmur, and his fingers tighten in my hair as his other hand undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. It’s bigger up close, intimidatingly so, and I feel a rush of fear that I won’t be able to do what he wants.

“Look at me, Lissa,” he says, and I glance up at him. “No part of this should be painful. This shouldn’t make you scared or panicked. If you need me to stop, I’ll stop without question.”

“Okay.”

“But…” he says, looking away, letting out a long sigh. “I’m worked up today. This won’t be gentle.”

I don’t speak, not sure how he wants me to respond, and then those dark eyes look down at me as if he owns me, and he pulls my head back roughly.

“Open your mouth.”

My lips part instantly, and in the next second, his cock is at the back of my throat. He’s pushed it in as far as it’ll go, and I gag as he pulls back.

“Fuck.”

He does it again, and it’s hard to take, but the proprietary hold on my head is making a strange feeling spread through my whole body. It’s as if I don’t have control of myself any longer; all the control belongs to him.

Slowly, he continues thrusting in all the way and retreating, as if he’s getting me used to it. I have my hands placed firmly against the back of his thighs, gauging how I feel, whether I want this to end. But I don’t. It’s new, a little alarming, but not painful.

His cock is thick, spreading my lips wide as he pushes it inside, and then, after the fourth thrust, he keeps it there, right at the back of my throat as I struggle to breathe.

Pulling back, he curses again as I let out a shocked gasp.

“I can’t hold back. I’m going to fuck you now. If you let go of my legs, I’ll stop, I swear.”

Then he hammers his cock home, right to the back of my throat, and really starts to thrust.

My fingers clench, hanging on for dear life as he keeps my head steady, his body hammering against my mouth as I close my eyes, listening to him grunting above me.

For the first few seconds, I don’t know how I feel, as if all thought has been obliterated from my mind. But then, there’s a rumble of pleasure in my body, as I hear him groaning above me. Two hands cup my head as his hips drive forward, every thrust pushing against the back of my throat hard enough to bruise.

I don’t let go of his legs. It doesn’t even occur to me now. There’s something strange about being used like this, like a hole for his cock, but also knowing that if I want him to stop, he would.

He’s panting by the end, and my body is throbbing with pleasure as his hand grips my hair, my head held in place as he rams his dick into my mouth.

It’s disturbing how much I enjoy it, the coldness of it. I’ve never felt like this during sex before, and I’m not sure whether it’s a good or bad thing.

With a shuddering groan, he goes still, but at the last second pulls out, his hands gripping his cock as he rips open my shirt and comes all over my breasts.

The buttons fly everywhere, but I’m breathing so heavily, panting in the air he denied me, that I barely register what’s happening.

“Fuuuck.”

It’s a groan more than a word, and then Oliver kneels in front of me, pushing me gently onto the floor as he grips the hem of my skirt. He stops, looking up at me.

“I’d like to return the favor.”

“Yes!” It’s the only word I can utter as he shoves my skirt out of the way, drags my panties down my legs, and starts licking my clit so hard I writhe off the floor, biting the back of my hand to keep from screaming.

My orgasm takes ten seconds, if that, my throat hoarse and painful after the blow job as I come, his tongue between my legs, lapping up my release with a moan of pleasure that will live rent-free in my head forever.

I’ve never come so hard in my life. Every orgasm with Oliver Heath just seems to get better and better.

I lay on the floor, panting, his come all over my skin, his tongue thrusting into my body as I shudder uncontrollably.

Then, without a word, he pulls me up to a sitting position, pushing himself back against the desk, and pulls me into his lap.