“I want to know.” Her whisper burns.
I smirk, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. “Ten.” Her shocked face makes me feral.
“Oh my God.” She gasps, and it pulls something out of me I didn’t expect, a rough laugh that shakes in my chest. I can’t remember the last time someone made me laugh during a fucking blowjob.
“Are you scared?” I curl my fist around it, pumping slowly, watching her eyes darken with every stroke. Pre-cum beads at the tip, glistening under the low light. She licks her lips, and I nearly lose it.
“Are you—” she stops herself, tongue darting over her mouth.
“Am I what?” I growl, daring her to finish.
“Are you clean?” I freeze. The question hits me like a fist.
Fuck. I almost shoved into her raw without thinking. “I am. I don’t fuck without condoms, and I get tested regularly.” And I haven’t fucked in months, but I won’t tell her that. My chest rises too fast, words rasping out like a confession. “You?”
“I’m clean.” Her voice wavers. “I never… I never do it without one either.”
She leans in; her lips brush the head, soft and tentative, like she is testing the temperature. Her hand shakes as she strokes the base, eyes flicking up to me with that fucking sweetness that has been driving me insane for months.
“Don’t tease,” I growl, pulling my sleeves up, veins straining down my forearm as I fist her hair tighter. “Open your mouth. Now.”
She parts her lips, slow, and sinks down an inch. The muscles in my shoulders pull tight, the suit fabric stretching as my chest rises and falls like I just ran a mile.
Fuck, she feels like heaven.
“More.” My voice is low, sharp. Her cheeks hollow, her tongue trembling against me, and I lean forward, bracing one hand against the wall so the light from the window hits her face. I need to see every twitch, every tear, every little surrender.
She gags, chokes around me, a thin line of spit sliding down her chin. I grunt, the sound guttural, primal, as I push deeper. “That’s it, trouble. Such a good girl taking my cock in your pretty lips.” My thighs flex, the muscle burning as I hold her down a second longer than she can handle. Her nails dig into my legs, desperate, but her eyes stay locked on mine, glassy and wet.
She pulls back with a gasp, spit stretching in strands from her lips.
My abs clench as I stroke myself once before shoving back into her mouth.
“You look ruined on your knees,” I rasp, sweat already prickling at my neck. “And it’s perfect.”
She whimpers, the sound vibrating around me, and my head tilts back for a second before I drag my gaze down again, needing the sight of her lips stretched, mascara smudging, cheeks flushed.
Every muscle in my body is tight.
Her lips wrap around the head again, and I fist her hair harder. “That’s it, trouble? I’ll show you how I want it done.” I growl, dragging across my throat as I push her head down another inch. Her tongue trembles, slick and hot, her lips stretched wide. I watch her cheeks hollow, the way her throat works as she swallows me in pieces.
“Fuck,” I breathe, leaning forward so the light from the window carves her face into something holy. I want to see the tears clinging to her lashes, the spit running over her chin. I grind my hips forward, slow andcontrolled, not letting the beast inside tear loose. She gags, eyes flying wide, but I hold her there a second longer, my thighs flexing like iron bars.
The sound of her choke vibrates through me. I ease her back an inch, letting her breathe, my hand stroking down her cheek before gripping her jaw.
Her lips are red, wet, ruined, and she blinks up at me with a mix of fear and hunger. My control is a razor’s edge.
“You look at me like that again, I’ll lose every bit of restraint I have left.” My voice drops, feral, my chest straining under the suit as I fight to breathe slowly.
She licks her lips, spit glistening under the weak light, and I chuckle low.
Dark. Dangerous.
I drag the head of my dick across her mouth, smearing her with it, as I tighten my grip on her hair. “Open wider.” My thumb presses at the corner of her mouth until she obeys. “That’s it. This pretty mouth was made for me.” Her hands clutch my thighs, nails biting into the fabric of my pants. My muscles lock under her touch, shoulders rolling back, chest heaving. I pump into her mouth slow, steady, letting her gag again, letting her eyes water until a tear breaks free and slides down her cheek.
I groan, head tipping back for a heartbeat before I force it down again. I don’t want to miss one second of this. Her on her knees. My cock down her throat, body shaking from holding myself in check. “Say you want this.” I drag her mouth halfway off me, letting her gasp air before shoving back in. “Say it.” Her voice is torn apart, muffled around me, desperate, but the words slip out.
“I want it.”
