Page 93 of Miss Trust

Chance

Jesus. The way I was shaking as I led Tory over to the couch you would think this was my first blow job. Her trust in me was a gift I wasn’t convinced I deserved.

“We can both move to the couch if you prefer not to be on your knees.”

“I think it’s hotter if I’m on my knees, don’t you?”

I took a seat on the couch and stared at her as she crouched down slowly in front of me.

Her hands ran up and down my thighs while her gaze fixed on mine. “I’ve wanted this for awhile.”

“You have?” My voice was uncharacteristically high. Watching her undo my belt was causing me to bite my lip in sweet anticipation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shrugged, undoing the zipper to my trousers. “Because I didn’t want to get halfway into doing it, only to freak out.”

I put my fingers under her chin and made sure my tone was dead serious. I didn’t want to trigger her into reliving her trauma. “If you change your mind, at any point, please promise you’ll stop.”

She smiled. “I promise. I trust you.”

Those last three words meant more to me than anything. I lifted my hips so she could pull down my trousers and boxers. The way she stared at me once I sprang free made me think she was having second thoughts. But instead, she smiled and took a hold of my base to pump me slowly. When her lips touched my crown, I had to grip the armrest to keep myself anchored on the sofa. My breath hissed with approval when she tentatively went deeper.

“This okay?” she asked, her words garbled.

“It’s perfection.” And it was. From her red lips around my dick to the way her dress was giving me a delicious peek at her cleavage. “You’re so beautiful.” My hand caressed her cheek.

She popped off. “What else should I do?”

“Grip my shaft harder.” I closed my eyes with the sensation when she did so. Her unpracticed movements and want of instruction turned me on like nothing else could have. “You’re doing it exactly right. Then go down with your mouth while you jack me with your hand. Ahhhh. Yeah, like that.”

“Can I play with these?” Her fingers cradled my heavy balls.

“Uh-huh.” Jesus. I was about to come already. “You should stop for a minute.”

She halted her movement, allowing me a moment to try to get myself together.

“Was I doing something wrong?”

“Not at all. But I don’t want to come too quickly.”

“Why not?”

“Pride,” I squeaked out when she grabbed hold of me again.

“Mm. I like the idea of making you come quickly. Sort of like what you did to me in the car earlier.”

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. My pride would happily die a quick death if it fueled her confidence. She licked down my entire length, coating me with her saliva before taking me deep. I was a goner. Completely and totally at her mercy. And from the flare in her eyes, she knew it. Seeing her sexual power was such a turn-on it ignited my own orgasm. “I’m about to come. Stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

But she didn’t stop. Instead she took my load deep into her mouth and swallowed every drop. I scrambled up, once again concerned she might be triggered into an unpleasant memory, but she leaned back on her haunches and beamed.

“You’re okay?”

“Great. Was it okay?” she asked.

“Great.”

She giggled. “That was a lot of okays and greats.”

I leaned down to do something I’d never done before after a blow job. I kissed her. I didn’t care about the taste of me on her lips. All I cared about was showing her, somehow, the depth of my emotions over knowing she’d trusted me this way.