Page 40 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Mmm,” I spluttered, mouth so full I couldn’t utter one syllable.

His muscled hips pistoned against my face like I was a Fleshlight and not human.

"Fuck. I'm gonna come," he warned, looking to see if I would deny him the privilege.

I wouldn't. He intimately knew what my cum tasted like; it was time I got the same. Unfortunately, I barely got a taste of it because he quite literally deposited it down my throat. But from what I could taste as he pulled out, his jizz was salty yet refreshing. I could definitely enjoy drinking him on a hot summer day between sipping strawberry margaritas at the beach.

"That was—" I attempted to compliment him. “You ar—”

My voice!

Not muted, just frog-worthy competitor. It was croaky and raspy as shit, and opening my mouth also let me know I was in fucking pain.

I was gonna need to recon with Dom on the best cocksucking approaches and any hacks for piercings. This would be the last time I got rendered speechless by a dick.

Lorcan’s silver eyes remained steadfast on me, a proud daddy smirk secretly forming on his lips. He knew he'd given it to me good. Really damn good. But I had to say something, anything. He was waiting for it.

His expectant face lit up with glee. Lorcan was getting ready to deliver a late-night show kind of punchline that would sear my brain for the rest of my life.

Shit!

He wasn’t going to get the last word. I would own my bold stupidity of fucking around and finding out.

I let him know that I was an equally formidable opponent by bravely rasping the longest word that could come out of my mouth sans pain.

"Tea."

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MY CHAMP

Holding in an explosive, glee-filled laugh was like holding in a sneeze or a bottom burp—tricky. But I liked Tristen a lot, so I had to contain my ego before I made her feel even more vulnerable.

In the future though, I would look back and gloat about this moment. Undoubtedly.

That right there was the best blowjob I ever had.

Tristen put the gagless girls to shame. She was small, tight, and perfect. And she had been chasing her own pleasure just as much as my praise. That set her apart from the other women throwing their mouths on my dick. It made it a hell of an experience, too. Watching her icy-capped finger tease her sex while I plunged into her throat had only made my cock throb harder.

Slowly, Tristen had started thrusting her hips in that distracting position, lifting that delicious ass. She looked just as turned on as I was. I couldn't wait to rail her down there. Maybe on date three or four.

When Tristen spread open her folds for me, I knew I was a goner. She was dripping and needy, staring up at me, with those large green eyes begging for release. And then she moaned around my cock, lodged deep in her throat.

I blew my load in under two minutes. And she took it like a fucking champ. My champ.

Eager to please, my fingers hooked her G-spot as I emptied my seed into her throat. With a breathy moan, she pushed my hand in between her folds and joined me in the euphoric realm. Her legs quivered, her walls clamped my fingers, and her angelic face shone with pure unadulterated bliss.

I wanted to freeze that moment in time. Because it was when I knew my life without her would be empty. She had made me go to extraordinary lengths for her, and I was starting to figure out what set her apart from the rest.

After helping Tristen upright, I got warm towels from the bathroom and kneeled before her, pushing her thighs apart and cleaning all her arousal while she stared at me like I was some god. I was never one for aftercare. I dismissed the women I slept with after I came. But for this woman right here…sitting on my chair like it was a throne and I was her subject, I'd do anything to keep those green eyes looking at me like they were now.

I put on the kettle to prepare the tea she’d requested. I wanted to be a superhost and ask her preference, but considering her current vocal condition, I selected Moroccan mint for its soothing benefits. I peered at her while the water boiled. Her slender and enticing neck swiveled to the right, and she gave me the briefest of smiles.

Seeing the wince in her grin made me want to feel sorry. Tristen needed comfort and understanding after being pushed to her limits, and I did want to give her that. Still, I could not hide the glee and fucking jubilation dancing across my features. My plan had gone above and beyond my expectations. The last twenty-four hours had been exquisite and flawless, and it left me feeling on top of the world. Literally and figuratively.

Recalling the moment she asked me for tea threatened to make me burst at the seams with raucous laughter.

Don't laugh, you idiot! You need her to come on the trip with you.

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