Page 95 of Whispered Promises

Opening up at his request, I close my lips around him, suckling the head into my mouth. I swallow the dewy drops, dipping my tongue into his slit, then he shivers, squeezing his cock in one hand and fisting my hair in the other.

The view of his face, eyes closed and lips parted, as I work his cock over in my mouth, has a low moan releasing when it hits the back of my throat.

His eyes snap open, and his hips involuntarily twitch.

Running my hands up his thick legs, I brace against his thighs, giving them a squeeze and nodding my head to let him take over and thrust into my mouth.

“Such a good, filthy tease, letting me use you,” he groans. His hand drops from the base of his cock to his shorts pocket, and he pulls out a piece of yellow fabric.

Is that…my underwear?

He must see the confusion on my face, because he chuckles and holds them above my face. “Keepsake from the first time I tasted you. They remind me of how sweet your pussy smells.”

To my shock, he brings them up to his face, taking a deep inhale. His eyes fall closed, and his thick cock twitches in my mouth.

He’s smelling my underwear.

I wore those, even worked out in them.

Shouldn’t I be disgusted?

The underwear I’m currently wearing grows even wetter with the urgent need to have him spill down my throat.

Sitting back on my heels, I manage to find enough friction to grind against my clit as I hold his thick thighs tighter; then I hollow my cheeks and suck for all I’m worth. Even after my orgasm just minutes ago, my body’s desperate for another.

I want him to give in and spill everything he has down my throat. I want to take everything I can inside of me so I own a piece of him. The feral need to consume him is frightening, but it just elevates the burning pleasure taking hold of me.

“Fuck. Look so sexy grinding your filthy pussy on yourself. Does it feel good having my cock choke you?”

My throat constricts as he pushes himself to the back of it, holding himself there and blocking off my airway. I honestly think I’m leaking all over the floor right now. His dirty words do way too many things for me.

Nate picks up the pace and hammers short, sharp thrusts into me. All the while, he holds my underwear to his face, breathing in my scent on every inhale.

“Going to fill you up with my cum. Don’t spill a fucking drop,” he punches out, almost breathless.

My body coils tighter.

A muffled growl falls from him, and his cock punches the back of my throat. On instinct, I loosen the muscles and swallow him down further.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take more of me.”

The praise makes me want to do everything he asks.

He groans loudly and releases a torrent of cum down my throat.

I work to swallow everything, just as he demanded.

THIRTY-SEVEN

ROSY

I’d accepted that sleep was eluding me this morning, so I got up rather than rot in bed. Most days I’ll lie there, hoping for another few minutes, that some of the exhaustion will at least melt away. It never does, but I keep trying anyway.

Although getting up meant I got to spend time hanging out with Moshi. He’s made the best progress and finally brushed his cheek against my fingers. His character’s so sweet, it’s hard not to feel attached.

Another perk to getting up earlier meant I could sit in the cafe next to work and enjoy an almond croissant for breakfast. Except for the past few minutes, I’ve not managed another bite. I’ve stared at it, undecided whether I should take a photo and send it to Max…or whether that’s crossing the fragile friends-only boundary we have.

Last night with Nate gave me a slight confidence boost, though, almost as if all the anxious thoughts he erased from my mind with that shattering orgasm have yet to return. I mean they’re there…but not quite as persistent as they usually are.