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Fuck, she’s delicious. Delicious to taste—I could gorge on her sweet body all night long—and delicious around my cock, bringing me to release far too quickly.
Her wet, silken tongue flattens against the underside of my dick, gliding along the entire length. It feels too good, and the way her plump lips spread around me, the way her cheeks hollow as she sucks has me wanting to roar at the top of my lungs in victory.
She’s everything I could want and need.
Her slim hands grip my hips, pushing and pulling at me. Then they move over my abdominals, up towards my chest as she explores my body with an eager touch, the canary yellow diamond on her finger flashing in the lamplight. Full of me, full of my cock, has her desperate to breathe, her nostrils flaring as a wildness blooms in her eyes.
I’ve been waiting an eternity for her, and keeping any semblance of control when I’m around her has been a herculean effort. Never have I felt so mindless, so lost on a woman as I am with her, and I can’t work out if my actions are driven by extreme lust and infatuation, or another motive. A motive that requires me to break her.
Her mind is closed off, and I need her broken before I can mend her. I need her stripped back, reliving the worst moments of her life because I want her to remember. Shemustremember.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her lips around my aching flesh. Her tongue licks and flickers along the underside of my cock like vicious flames, heat spreading throughout my groin until I feel possessed by it. Blood rushes through my limbs in a torrent, an intense throb building.
“Yes,” I murmur, looking down into her eyes. “Good girl. You take me so well, baby. Take all of my demands of you, giving me exactly what I want.”
Her hands stop their restless movements, flattening against my glutes. Her shoulders loosen, sinking into the bed as her throat relaxes. I slip in further, my cock swelling at how tight she is. Our eyes connect, my blood spiking at how perfectly beautiful she is wrapped around me. And she must be enjoying it; the flashing silver of her eyes has turned more opaque, glazed.
“You want me to come down your throat, baby?”
When her throat ripples, a blast of heat zips down my spine and along the root of my cock. With a groan I come, my release forcing me deeper into her heavenly mouth and the confines of her throat. I ease back to give her space, to let her swallow, but she chokes, spitting and drooling until cum dribbles down her neck.
Christ, she’s a fucking beautiful mess. She’s exactly as I dreamed she’d be, and she’s been haunting my fucking thoughts forever.
Now that I’ve come, the veil of my lust clears. I stroke Ava’s cheek as she twists her head, my still-hard dick falling from her mouth.
With a gasped exhale, she shoves me. It’s barely a nudge, but I back up, allowing her to wriggle from underneath my body before she runs to the bathroom.
The lock twists.
My cock finally stops pulsing, and I fall to the mattress wondering how badly I’ve fucked up.
“Ava? Are you coming out?”
The past few minutes have been dominated with sniffles, but it’s quiet now. Heavy-hearted, I know I need to tackle the situation I’ve inadvertently caused and seek her out.
“In a minute.”
‘Did I go too far?” I ask through the door.
“I’m working that out.”
The words strike me like blows. “Come to bed, baby. It’s late.”
The tap runs, water splashes. A minute later the door unlocks.
With a towel wrapped tightly around her body, Ava regards me with a torn expression before looking away. Maybe I should’ve pulled on some boxers. Seeing her ostensibly wary has my heart bleeding. “I’m really sorry. I thought you were into it.”
She looks conflicted. Knowing I’m the cause of those doubts has me silently cursing. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she murmurs, walking past me into the bedroom. I follow her to the walk-in wardrobe and hover at the threshold. Voice cracking with emotion, she tells me, “It was a struggle to breathe, and you didn’t move, even when I was hitting you.”
Shocked, ashamed, I scrub a hand through my hair, wondering how to unpick this. My experience of that blow job is different to hers, but I can’t pretend I didn’t knowingly push her, going beyond acceptable limits. But telling her why I’m pushing her so hard isn’t an option right now. “I’m sorry—I got carried away, lost to how good you felt. You feltincredible. I honestly didn’t realise you were hitting me.”
Incredulous, she frowns. As explanations go, it sounds shitty. Maybe shewashitting me and not just exploring, and I hate that I was too far gone to notice.
Gathering her pyjamas from her case she informs me, “I know I agreed to something triggering, but I can’t work out how I’m feeling right now, so I’m going to sleep in another bedroom.”
She regards me warily, assessing if I’m going to try and stop her I think, something I’d never do. Not unless she was planning on a more lengthy, permanent kind of separation. I’d be shutting that idea down pretty damn quickly.
