Page 94 of Black Light: Cured

Taking a deep breath, I place my hands on his muscled thighs, feeling them bunch beneath the

fabric of his pants. I want so desperately to please him, to pleasure him like he’s asking. Gripping his

pants, I brace myself as he shoves his way in, going a bit deeper this time. My throat convulses

around his tip, dragging a ragged moan from his lips.

“God, Lila,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good. God… I just want to fuck your mouth forever

and never stop.” He pauses as he pumps in and out for a few moments, but he doesn’t have to say

anything.

I feel it in the jerk of his cock inside my mouth, in the way his body tenses every time he invades

me. He’s enjoying every bit of this, and his enjoyment sends tendrils of delicious pleasure curling

through my body. It takes every bit of willpower not to reach down between my thighs and stroke my

needy clit.

He hasn’t given me permission, and I don’t dare cut into his gratification to see to my needs. Right

now, they can wait. Instead, I reach up and caress his balls again, shivering at the hiss that escapes his

mouth. Pulling back out, he lets me take in another deep breath before shoving back in, going so deep

the crisp hairs at his base tickle my nose.

Frantic, I claw at his legs, desperate for air. “Shhh. You’re okay,” he groans, grinding against my

face. “You don’t need to breathe right now. Just kneel there and take it for me. I’m going to come so

hard down your throat. I’m almost there, princess. Just take it for a little bit longer.”

Once more, he pulls back out and returns to short, shallow thrusts, until he pushes deep with one

final surge, grabbing my head and holding me firmly against him as his cock jerks inside my mouth.

Cum pours down my ravaged throat, making my eyes bulge as the inability to breathe comes to the

forefront.

His loud groans fill my ears, bouncing off the tile to surround me. My fingers dig into his pants as

I grip his thighs, swallowing as best I can around his girth. No matter how hard I try to pull away, his

hand is right there, keeping my nose buried at his base. For the first time, I feel so small, so owned.

I’m helpless to resist him, and I don’t want to.

“Good fucking girl,” he sighs, his hands fluttering about my hair in soothing motions.

Pride blossoms in my chest as he praises me, and I have no doubt I’ll do almost anything he asks

of me, just to hear those two magical words again. Pulling back, he brushes his thumb across the

edges of my mouth, brushing away any errant cum that lingers as I gasp, sucking in air. Crouching in