I had no idea that sucking his cock would make me feel like this.
Make me dizzy with need.
“Yep,” Wilder grunts. One syllable is all they get from him, but still, I hear the strain in his voice.
It makes me smile.
Bringing the tip back to my lips, I lick around it like it’s my favorite popsicle and then take him back deep into my mouth, all the way down my throat to where my nose is pressed against his stomach.
His hips flex gently, and it pushes him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag around him. It’s not uncomfortable; it’s just… new.
A feeling I’ve never experienced.
I’m surprised by how much I like it.
By how much I want to bebadfor Wilder.
Maybe I just want to bewildfor him.
I want to feel his cum painting my throat because he’s lost control.
I make the effort to relax my throat and breathe through my nose as he gently rocks his hips upward, fucking my throat.
Suddenly, he tugs my hair and lifts me off, pulling himself completely out of my mouth with an obscenely loud pop.
And then he leans forward, and I hear the sound of his laptop slamming shut with so much force the desk shakes.
He stares down at me, his pupils dilated, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. Like he’s high on some type of drug.
The rough pad of his thumb traces my bottom lip, over the saliva pooling at the corner, and his fingers tighten their grip in my hair, holding me perfectly still.
“You loved that, didn’t you?” He smirks when I whimper. “Gagging around my cock while I was losing my fucking mind on that video call. Being my bad girl, making a mess of herself, while all I could do waswatch?”
I nod and dart my tongue out to lick the pad of his thumb before sucking the tip into my mouth.
He stares down at me, his admiring gaze drinking me in, and I grin around his finger.
I don’t even know who I am right now, but I love it.
Every second of it.
Wilder pulls his thumb free and shakes his head, mouth tilting, until I put his cock where his finger just was, sucking him deep into my mouth once more.
A low, strangled groan spills out of him, and his head falls back on his shoulders. His hand flies to my hair, tangling at my nape again.
Only this time, he’s not quiet. He’s not bothering to mask the way his control has slipped or the way what little restraint remains is frayed around the edges.
“Fuuuuuck,” he growls, and I feel every single syllable between my legs. “Just like that, baby. Swallow me.”
I do as I’m told, his praise encouraging me to take him deeper, until I have to pull off and suck in a ragged breath.
He’s gorgeous like this.
Head thrown back in pleasure, his body trembling while I work his cock in my fist, stroking roughly.
I can tell how much he likes it when I squeeze him harder because his hips chase the movement, flexing each time I do.
Wilder guides my mouth on his cock with the hand fisted in my hair, and I use my hands in tandem, twisting, tugging, and pulling as he fucks my mouth with abandon.
