“I want your tongue first,” he whispers, swiping his lips against mine and pushing his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues tangle together—sliding against and around each other. I melt into him and his finger that’s still pumping in and out of me until he pulls away, pecking my lips, and pulling his finger out of me.
“NowI want your throat,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around it and easing me back onto the floor in front of his dick.
I open my mouth and try to swallow him again, but my throat rejects the last few inches.
“Can I help it go down easier, baby?” he asks.
How can I even tell him ‘no’ when he asked me one of those Rich questions in such an easy, sexy way?
I hum out a muffled moan, nodding.
“Relax it…” he whispers, dragging his hand up and down my throat. “I ain’t going nowhere, so ain’t no reason to rush. I’ll never do that to us again. I can’t even believe I did that…”
Hearing those words makes my jaw sag and my shoulders droop while I swallow another inch of his dick.
His hand glides from my throat to my full cheek and stops on my nose.
He tweaks it. “You gotta breathe through here.”
As soon as I try to, my body lurches forward and I choke on him, hurling out a mouthful of spit. It covers the length of his dick and the bottom half of my face in a warm, wet mess.
“That’s good, baby,” he utters. “I like it like that.”
I glance up at his massive frame, dragging my blurry eyes across that ugly scar and that swirlyBayou Boyon his arm. I’ve never seen a view as beautiful as this one while on my knees, and I’ve never felt more proud to belong to a man. In fact, I’ve never felt okay with belonging toanyman until now.
He bites his lip. “It’s okay if you can’t take it all?—”
I dart forward with a wide mouth and relaxed throat and swallow the length of his dick while breathing through my nose like he said.
His knees buckle. “Oh myfuck.”
His hands find their way to the back of my head, and his fingernails dig into my scalp. The extra moisture from my spit makes him slide all the way down my throat with so much ease that my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I let it sit there while I revel in the way he stretches my mouth, and the sounds that come from the back of my throat are otherworldly.
“Baby…” Rich hisses. “Ba—fuck.”
I pull back and push down as far as I can just to hear those ethereal noises along with his deep voice.
“Oh, shit.”
“Mhmm.” I hum back.
It’s like a game that only I’m privy to: what can I do with my mouth to make Rich Lovelace cum?
If I push deep enough, his toes curl.
If I spit on it, he moans.
If I French kiss the tip, he curses.
I blink up at him.
As soon as our eyes touch, I feel that familiar jerk in my mouth.
I reach up, digging my nails into his thighs to keep him steady because I think I’ve finally won.
