Page 68 of Severed Roots


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I gasped for air between kisses but he gave me nothing. One hand cradled my head with his other pushed between my sweater and cupped my bra. Still assaulting my mouth, he hooked his fingers over the cup and tugged it down until both my breasts were free. His other hand came under my top leaving my neck to take the force of his kiss, and a groan entered my mouth and set fire to my skin.

“So soft,” he murmured into my mouth and if his words had fingers, they would have stroked my clit.

I spread my legs on instinct, becoming aware of a painful throbbing between my thighs.

“I want your mouth around my cock,” he groaned.

My chest tumbled over into my stomach.

God, yes.

He stepped back and I dropped to my knees, barely registering the cold steel beneath them. We each fumbled at his belt, both of us desperate to release him. His cock jumped out and he moaned, exhaling, as his hand wrapped around it preparing it for my mouth. I bit my tongue to pump saliva into my mouth in anticipation of his thick girth. His hand came around the back of my head pulling me towards the crown of his cock. He nudged it against my lips until I opened ravenously and sucked him in. He hissed in a breath through his teeth and I went to work on his length. He applied pressure to my head, thrusting himself deeper into my mouth.

“Relax your throat,” he said firmly. I became aware of moisture pooling in my underwear. I loved having him in my mouth. I did as he said and breathed deeply, letting the muscles around my throat loosen. As if he could feel the space opening up, he drove his cock into it, rubbing the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in but he held me firm.

“Breathe through your nose, slowly,” he ordered, his cock buried partway down my throat. I writhed about on the floor of the balcony, needing friction of my own. My eyes felt wild as I tried to train my focus on his words. I breathed in and out and pressed my tongue against his length, savouring it. I placed one hand on his bottom holding him in place as he leisurely fucked my throat, and one hand around his ankle. I wanted to wrap my thighs around it and dry hump his damn leg.

“Touch yourself Vivian,” Rupert said, gruffly. “Make yourself come while you suck me off.”

I whimpered and another tear rolled down my cheek from the exertion of holding back the gag reflex and navigating the need to rub my clit against something hard. My fingers would have to do.

I shoved my hand down my jeans and didn’t even bother to move the lace aside. I rubbed my stiffened clit and sucked him in and out. On my first unleashed moan he picked up the pace.

“Mmmm,” he murmured. “Fuck, yes.”

I returned the sound of appreciation and felt it vibrate through his cock into his balls.

“Oh shit,” he hissed. “Your mouth is perfect.”

I rubbed harder and moaned around his girth.

“Don’t stop sucking when you come,” he instructed. “I want to feel your orgasm through my dick.”

My mouth opened and I cried out, the sound swallowed by the crashing waves and raging wind. My hair whipped about my face and my eyes streamed but I couldn’t feel the cold. I was hot. So hot. Burning up with the need to let go.

I felt his gaze between my legs. “You’re too frantic,” he panted. “Slow down, rub yourself softly, tease it.”

I slowed right down and felt the urge in my pelvis bloom. I sucked him hard, rocking my face into him, opening my throat and taking as much of him as I could. I was suddenly starving. I flicked my clit and jerked, clamping my lips around his cock.

“Oh fuck, that’s it baby. Keep sucking.”

My finger flicked back and forth and rubbed small circles, drawing up the heat that had concentrated inside my vagina.

My lips loosened and Rupert shoved himself in and out of me faster. I rubbed harder and then an explosion ripped through me, shocking my very bones.

“Keep rubbing,” he gasped, breathless.

My body floated on a vibration of bliss but I forced my fingers to keep moving and my mouth to keep sucking.

“Holy shit!” Rupert stilled as I clamped down on him again, shuddering through my orgasm. The second it waned slightly, he shot strings of semen down my throat, his fingers sealing my mouth around him until I’d swallowed every last bit.

When he eventually unlocked his fingers, I pulled off his cock and brought my hands down to the balcony, panting and lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

I heard Rupert’s fly being zipped, then two large hands hooked beneath my arms and pulled me to my feet.

“Thank you,” he whispered then pushed his tongue into my mouth before I could respond. Despite the heat of his mouth on mine, the cold finally penetrated my skin and I shivered.

Rupert released my mouth and swept his eyes over me. “Jesus, you must be freezing.” He wrapped a thick arm around me and ushered me inside, out of the biting wind. Keeping hold of me, he bent to grab a blanket and huddled it around my body.

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