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Am I actually letting him take my throat like this?—Christ.
His length fills me until I am devoid of air and reason. Tears sting my eyes, but I do not pull away.
Every flinch of his drives me to swallow more.
I want everything.
I want to devour him.
To consume him completely.
His fingers dig into the nape of my neck, gripping with a fierce possessiveness, while his breath becomes a hoarse, broken, hungry moan.
“Pervers, putain... toujours aussi indécent,” he rasps, his voice cracked.
I tighten my throat and his body doubles back, he squeezes his thighs around my face, his breath turning into a muffled scream.
“I cannot—I cannot hold—”
While my mouth continues to move, my hand travels up to his chest, squeezing it. His hips continue to snap faster and faster.
Look at him... completely gone.
He’s shoving himself into me so hard I can barely swallow, his body taking what it wants without a second thought.
“Back off... I’m going to—fuck—I’m going to finish in your throat! Move!”
I look up at him.
If I don’t move, if I swallow every drop, will he cry from the shame?
God—the thought of him weeping while I choke on him is making me harder than the act itself.
I tighten my grip on his chest and close my throat.
“Move—fuck! I am—no!”
A scalding torrent hits the back of my throat, so violent it triggers my swallowing reflex against my will. I feel him pumping inside me as he empties himself with desperate fervor, choking me with every single jet. I swallow it all, the heat and the muffled groans, while he continues to thrust violently against my throat, leaving me no air.
I pull away only when his hips stop moving.
“Came so soon, didn’t you?” I wipe the corner of my lips with my thumb. “How sweet of you.”
“I told you to... move...”
“You were choking me, Evander. You didn’t stop shoving until you filled my throat.”
I watch him as I swallow the last of it.
“Who would’ve thought the Viscount could be so greedy?”
He grabs me by the hair. I climb back up toward him, following the pull of his hands, feeling his lips brush mine.
“I thought... you had never done that before,” he whispers.
“I have not. This was the first."
“You—”
