Page 96 of Colt

Head.

Of.

My goddamn life.

I don’t worry about turning her off because I know her now. She likes to be pushed. Likes a challenge.

So I continue our lewd streak and slide my hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head.

“You suck dick like you mean it.” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s dark, singed, like my vocal cords have been raked over hot coals. “Can you go a little deeper, honey? Impress me with what you can do?”

Her eyes are fierce as she bobs down deep. I hit the back of her throat.

I grit my teeth, moaning. “You make it real fucking hard not to come. But Imma make you work for it. You ready?”

She gives me a look. Show me what you got.

I cup the back of her head. Then I push her down. At the same time, I rock my hips and watch, heart in my throat, as her mouth and jaw and throat open to take me.

She gags. I go still. Wait for her to pull back. Tell me it’s too much.

Instead, she looks me in the eye and bobs down again. Gags again. Tears leak out of her eyes.

Her mouth is so hot and so soft and so tight. A searing bolt of need rips through me, and I can’t breathe.

“Aw, baby,” I murmur, wiping the tears away with my thumb. “I’m gonna come down your throat. I’m gonna come. Be ready.”

I’m not ready. Not for this to end. Not for the fallout.

Because there will be fallout. This is too good. Too…intimate, as much as that word makes me wanna cringe. We’re not kissing. But we are baring parts of ourselves that we’ve both kept hidden up until now.

I’m gonna want more. More head, sure, but more secrets too. Because when she shares her secrets, I feel safe to share mine too. And that sense of safety, of being known, makes me feel…

Less ashamed.

Less alone.

Lainey gives my shaft a tight tug as she sucks on me. Her strokes become faster. I rock my hips, fucking her mouth in earnest.

She doesn’t so much as blink.

“You said you swallow”—I moan—“so you’d better fucking swallow it all, yeah? Don’t make a mess.”

She’s already made a mess of you, and you know it.

My balls contract. Light shoots up my length, and I spill into her mouth while biting back a shout.

Fuck. My God. Baby. Lainey. Yes.

Lainey gags but swallows. Deep gulps that I feel everywhere. My entire being throbs in time to her throat as she works to take me like she promised.

Girl keeps her promises.

The orgasm splits me clean in half. My chest floats. My legs are dead weight.

Lainey, being the overachiever she is, swallows the last of me, then slowly pulls back, stopping to comfort my tip with a swipe of her tongue before she releases me.

“That”—she kisses my tip now, licking her swollen lips—“meet your swallowing standards?”