I pulled back, and Jagger took control. He held tight and maneuvered my head to bob up and down at a rapid pace. I was barely able to keep up, gliding my tongue along the underside and sucking while I jerked him with my hand in unison. On one thrust, he went deeper and stilled. His body shook, yet he pulled back again rather than have me take him all the way down my throat. I wasn’t sure if his restraint was for my benefit or his.
“Good girl.” His voice was a deep, throaty rasp. “Just like that. Take my cock.”
Ilovedhis praise. It turned me on more than I’d ever imagined pleasing a man could. My knees started to hurt from rocking back and forth on the hard wood floor, but they could’ve cut into my skin and there was still no way I would’ve stopped.
“Breathe through your nose, beautiful. I’m going to fuck your face.”
I whimpered and squeezed my legs together tightly, desperate for friction. Jagger’s hands stilled my head, and he pulled out and pushed back in harshly, burying his cock in my throat. His thickness stretched my limits, making my esophagus burn and my eyes water. I probably would’ve gagged if I had the chance, but Jagger pulled out and pushed right back in, over and over, going deeper and deeper. I had to wrap my hands around his thighs and hold on for dear life.
“Fuck,” he roared. “Get ready. I’m going to come down your throat.”
He’d given a warning, but there wasn’t enough time to prepare. Then again, I could’ve had an hour, and I wouldn’t have been ready for what he gave me. Hot spurts of thick cum streamed down my throat. It seemed to go on forever, and Jagger didn’t stop pumping until every last tremor had wracked its way through his body. After, he pulled out, releasing his tight hold on my hair and struggling to catch his breath. I stayed on my knees doing the same, in awe that he’d barely softened after such an intense release.
After a minute, he reached down, slipped his hands under my arms, and lifted me to my feet. I winced when my knees extended, feeling the ache the hard floor had inflicted.
Jagger’s post-release relaxed face changed in an instant. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head. “My knees are just bony.”
He steered me over to the couch and pointed. “Sit.”
Jagger disappeared for a moment and came back with two ice packs and a glass of water. He set the drink on the coffee table and kneeled down on one knee to press the cold to my achy joints.
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “That’s not necessary.”
He frowned. “Let me take care of you.” After a few seconds, he added, “Please. And drink some of that water. It will soothe your raw throat.”
I swallowed, realizing for the first time that he was right—my throat was sore. I nodded and reached for the glass. “Thank you.”
Jagger stayed quiet. He looked lost in deep thought, and I wondered if he was already regretting what we’d done.
“What are you thinking about?” I whispered.
He scoffed. “What a piece of shit I am.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You deserve better than what I just did to you.”
“What you just did to me? You didn’tdoanything to me, Jagger. I’m the one who started it, and I liked what we did. Ilovewhat we did, actually.”
He searched my face. “You’ve been hurt more than once. I don’t want to do it again.”
“How would you hurt me?”
“I have a history of taking what I want from women and being done when I’m done. I’m not a romantic, Sutton.”
“Who asked you to be a romantic?”
He seemed genuinely confused. “Then what do you want from me?”
I grinned. “More of that. And sex.”
His serious face broke, and he laughed. “Are you saying you just want to use me?”
I took the ice packs from his hands at my knees and set them on the coffee table. Then returned his hands to my knees and inched forward. “Is that a problem for you?”
“Not at all.” He put up a finger. “But, you have to trust me to know what you need.”
