“Oh, shit,” he hisses.
It’s downright inspiring to see a man of his nature fold to some simple praises. Didn’t stop the tremble in my tone when I said it, but I’ll get better at it.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this part? I don’t want to rush you if you’re uncomfortable.” The way he breathes the words laced with apprehension almost makes him sound like he’s in pain.
I never thought I’d feel confident enough to taunt a man, but the way he reacts to my words is enough to have me feeling comfortable. To explore a side of myself that I never got the chance to because sex was never about me. I was on the receiving end of the pain but never the pleasure. The way he asks for permission has me nodding with a smile. With Preston, I feel safe to rediscover my sexuality. Sure, he’s dominant, but he responds to my body. Listens to my worries. He’s mindful of my fears. And it all started that first night in my room when he let me take the lead and reclaim the control that had been stolen from me before I met him.
Pressing my palms into his thighs, I use my force to push him backward. He lets go of my hair, giving me enough space to slowly slip off the chair and sink to my knees on the outdoor rug. I should care about getting the fabric of my dress dirty or the waiter finding us, but the way his heated eyes take me in, I don’t think he cares, and neither do I.
His muscular thighs are hard against my palms as I drag them upward toward his massive erection.
“Fuck. I knew you’d look gorgeous on your knees, desperate for my cock. But seeing you choke on my dick in the dress you chose just for me,” he exhales, shaking his head.
His fingers fiddle with his belt before he unbuckles it and lets his cock spring free from its confinement.
I don’t hesitate. My fingers wrap around the soft base, and he releases a harsh breath. He’s been inside me already. I know how big he is. But he seems so much heavier in my hand like this, and bigger up close; the head nearly touches my lips.
I release a breath across his slit where that bead of precum glistens, waiting to melt on my tongue.
Placing my tongue on the underside of his shaft, I glide it up the vein bulging there. My eyes remain locked on his. “Shit, baby. I’m not going to last long if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” My fingers tighten around him, and he hisses in pleasure. His skin is so velvety in my hand.
“Like you might be falling for me.” His hand disappears from my ponytail, moving to bracket the side of my neck.
Flurries of desire and complete obsessiveness for this man send my body into a spiral. I hope he can feel my answer in the way my focus on him doesn’t waver. I cup his balls and guide him into my mouth, relishing in how his muscles tense and his erection jolts in my mouth.
Pulling back, I swirl my tongue over his head and down his length before attempting to take him all the way. The head punches the back of my throat, but he still doesn’t fit all the way. Mumbled curses fall from his lips as I gag around him, trying to breathe through my nose, attempting to take him deeper. He’s so big, my lips will be stretched after this, but it will be worth it.
I release him with a pop. He moans, not taking his eyes off his dick, wet from my saliva. I take some time, inhaling rapid breaths, gooseflesh peppering my skin when his fingers skim along my throat, hooking into my collar.
“Open,” his command sends liquid heat rushing between my thighs.
I listen, letting my lips part.
He grips the chain around my neck, using it to draw my mouth back to his waiting cock. Preston thrusts his hips forward and pulls my collar simultaneously. He falls into a steady rhythm, filling the air with wet sounds from him ruthlessly fucking my mouth. My hands dart out to grip his thighs, my nails digging into the fabric to hold on while he uses me in a way that could make me come alone.
His balls slap my chin, wet with my saliva. I moan around him, as tears start to fall from the corners of my eyes. My makeup is going to be smeared all over my face after this, like those abstract paintings all over the estate.
“Holy fuck. Do you like letting me use this eager little throat?”
My limbs are trembling below me.
With one hand still gripping my chain, he uses the pad of his thumb to drag it over my wet, flushed cheeks. “You didn’t listen and provoked me. Look what I’m making of you now.” What is he— Slipping his thumb between his lips, he cleans off my tears from his finger, keeping those burning brown irises on my watery ones. “But you listen so well when I’m fucking you. You’re a whore for my cock, aren't you, baby? I bet that tight cunt is all soaked and ready for me.”
I mumble in agreement around him. God, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m dripping on the carpet at this point.
Preston tosses his head back, groaning, “Your body is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get.”
He glances down at me and pulls out enough to let me swirl my tongue around him like he’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. The feel must set him off, because he mumbles “Fuck” as he grips my chain again to bury himself in my throat, keeping me steady for a heartbeat while I gag around him. His thrusts quicken, his movements somehow controlled and unruly at the same time. He’s getting close. I feel it in the way his veins are throbbing against my tongue.
I peer up at him through wet lashes as my head bobs on his dick.
“Shittt.Open your mouth and stick out that tongue.” I do so obediently, and the second I do, one of his hands darts to his cock. He hovers it over my tongue, watching in fascination as he coats my mouth and the back of my throat with salty streams of his release.
His chaotic grunts cut through the air, making my mouth tilt upward. He pumps himself a few times, carrying out his orgasm. “Don’t you dare close that fucking mouth yet. I’m not done with you.”
Preston catches me off guard when he swipes his thumb over my tongue, coating his finger with his cum before commanding, “Swallow every drop, darling.”
