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“Good girl.”He stroked her cheek with his thumb, wiping her tears.
Finally, the pressure on the back of her head released, but Nomi stubbornly stayed in place, tears running down her face, swallowing reflexively.
He gripped her hair and eased her back.
“Look at me.”
The tip of his dick was still in her mouth when she raised her gaze to his.
“There’s no prize for passing out from lack of oxygen.Understand?”
She nodded, his dick bobbing.
He stared down at her for a moment, gaze hooded, and then he pressed gently on the back of her head.This time he let her control it, and she swallowed him down, taking him as deep as she could.It wasn’t as deep as he’d gone when he controlled it, but she felt the overwhelming girth of him in her throat, felt achy and used as he nudged her back once more.
“Eyes up and open,” he commanded.
She raised her gaze to his, even as he cupped her head and started to fuck her in earnest.He worked his cock into her mouth with a steady, shallow rhythm.His hands covered her ears, his fingers curling around the back of her head.
His palms muffled outside sounds, his gaze held hers.It was a form of sensory deprivation, which wasn’t something she’d ever wanted before this moment.The rest of the club faded away, until it was only the two of them, in this moment.
Tareq’s gaze flicked away from hers, a slight frown making a line between his eyebrows.She had a moment to worry she’d done something wrong and then he nodded, clearly responding to something behind her.
Tareq eased his cock out of her mouth and nudged her to sit back.
“Thrust those nice fat tits out for me,” he growled.
She didn’t balk at the term “fat tits” the way she would have with someone else.From him it was a compliment, a little degrading, yes, but that made it better.
He stroked his cock, his grip so tight it looked painful.He kept his gaze on her as he stroked himself.As if looking at her would help him come.
Maybe it would.Maybe he enjoyed her body, the way she looked.
He grimaced, his expression stark and almost pained, before his semen splashed across her chest.
He let out a groan as he came, his cock twitching in his hand.She drank in the sight of him lost to his own pleasure.
It didn’t last long.Tareq grimaced and quickly tucked himself into his pants and straightened.Reaching back, he grabbed the stool, hauling it around and pushing it off to the side.Except it wasn’t off to the side.He’d passed the rolling stool to someone.
Master Morton spoke from just over her shoulder.“Thanks so much, I hate to interrupt your scene.”The slight emphasis on “your” made it clear he was irked.
“Maybe if you had hurried the fuck up…” Tareq held out his hands to her.
Nomi unlaced her fingers, then placed her hands in his.This time she pulled on him as she got to her feet, letting him help her up.
Tareq eyed her breasts and smiled, then spun her around to pull her back against his chest.“My girl here doesn’t like to be bored.”
Nomi arched up into Tareq’s hands when he gripped her tits, spreading his sticky come over them.
“We had things to figure out,” Master Morton said in a flat voice.
“Going that well?”
Tareq didn’t seem bothered by Master Morton’s clear irritation.The other Dom took the stool and stalked off.
“That’s okay,” Tareq called out in his easygoing voice.It was almost enough to give her whiplash after the dark tones and intensity of “thrust your fat tits out so I can come on them” from a moment ago.
Master Morton returned, brows raised in question.
