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One of his cheeks rested against her thigh, his hands on her hips holding her firmly in place.
She must appear debauched with the bodice of her gown still unfastened, her bare breasts fully on display, the nipples red and tingling from where she had squeezed and pulled on them. A pressure she had deepened as Hunter’s mouth made relentless love to her.
But despite her feelings of satiation, she knew that something didn’t feel right. That there was something…
Ah. “I believe now is the time for me to suck your cock until you come down my throat,” she huskily reminded him as she sat up.
“Your silky throat,” Hunter corrected. “Leave it,” he instructed when she would have straightened her chemise and gown. “I want to look at them while you are— Are you sure you really want to do this?” he voiced cautiously. “Last time, you only licked and took a little of my cum into your mouth.”
Was shesure?
“God, yes, I’m sure,” she assured fervently, having fantasized since the last time they made love together about how it would feel to have Hunter’s cock in her mouth.
Hunter watched her from beneath heavy lids as he took her place in the chair while she knelt at his feet and unfastened the buttons at the sides of his pantaloons. He wore no drawers either, allowing the long thickness of his cock to spring free the moment Evie lowered the flap of material covering it.
“My own drawers have been as damp as you admit yours have,” Hunter explained huskily.
Evie curled her fingers about that length, surprised again at how velvety soft the skin there felt, like silk over steel. That long thick vein ran the rampant length, the top flaring out, the skin there once again red and slick with a clear viscous fluid. The nectar she had tasted only a little of the last time they made love. Cum, Hunter had just called it. Whatever it was called, Evie intended keeping it all for herself this time.
She lowered her head, lips parted widely so that she could take all of that bulbous top into her mouth. A delicious squirt of cum instantly pulsed into her mouth. She quickly lapped it up and swallowed it before she lowered her head and took that silky flesh deeper into her mouth, although she doubted she would be able to take more than four or five inches of it.
“Relax your throat,” Hunter encouraged gruffly. “Relax the muscles there so that I can go deeper,” he explained when she glanced up at him. “I will allow you to breathe, do not worry.”
Evie trusted him completely. Even so, she had to concentrate on the task, to her knowledge never having needed to relax the muscles in her throat before.
Hunter’s cock surged forward the moment she managed to ease that tightness. He pushed it deeper into and then down her throat, cutting off the air, his hands becoming entangled in her hair as he held her head in place.
“Breathe when I pull out,” he instructed.
It took several long seconds, and tears were streaming down Evie’s cheeks, when she at last managed to breathe as well as accommodate the thick glide of Hunter’s length down her throat. He thrust deeper, and then deeper still, until she felt the coarse hair at the base of his cock against her chin.
“Squeeze your throat muscles now.” He groaned as she did so. “Breathe in between my thrusts. Perfect,” he praised as she picked up his new rhythm of staying inside her longer, with only a brief respite for her to draw in a quick breath through her nose. “You are so good at this, Evie. So good.” He released her hair to fall back in the chair, his groans deep and husky as he watched through hooded lids as her head now bobbed easily up and down the length of his shaft.
Evie had no idea how long she continued to take the thrusts of Hunter’s cock down her throat, nor did she care about the hot tears that continued to fall down her cheeks. She was enjoying every single moment of this, had never known what power there was in giving another person this much pleasure.
There was no doubting Hunter was pleasured. His thighs trembled as she cupped her hand about the sac beneath his cock, gently rolling and squeezing each time she took his cock down her throat.
“I am going to come,” he warned suddenly. “You must move if you do not want me to do so in your mouth.”
Her answer was to take his cock deeper into her throat and keep him there.
“Very well, but do not say I did not warn you,” he had time to groan before his cock seemed to swell even bigger and harder. Seconds later, his cum began to pulse hotly into and down her throat.
Evie was determined to drink down every drop. She was the reason it existed. It belonged to her.
* * *
“Dear God, what have I done?” Hunter groaned as he looked down long minutes later at a disheveled Evie.
Her head now lay against his thigh, where his spent cock also rested, having slipped from between her lips. She looked debauched, her hair in disarray, her cheeks red and damp still from where the tears had leaked down her cheeks as he thrust his cock down her throat. Her gown was still unfastened, the chemise also pulled down to reveal her bare breasts, the nipples red and swollen from where Evie had tugged and squeezed them at his command.
“I am become a madman,” Hunter continued raggedly. “Driven insane with lust. This has to stop,” he bit out decisively. “Evie—Evelyn,” he corrected harshly. “You must stand now, straighten your clothes, and return to your bedchamber.”
“Why must I?” She looked befuddled and satiated.
Because if she did not, Hunter was very much afraid he would not be able to let her go.
He reached out to ease her back from his thighs, his nimble fingers making short work of pushing his softening cock back inside his pantaloons and then fastening them.
