Page 85 of Until I Own You

Oh, fuck.

I didn’t account for that. But we are behind a closed door…

Bridget falls to her knees before me, her hands folded in her lap, patient.

I undo my belt and pants, then pull them down to release my cock and, fuck, it’s harder than I realized.

Bridget’s green eyes widen.

I wrap my hand around my member and stroke it. Slow and gentle. “You do this to me. I want you to remember that you do this to me.”

She nods.

“You’ve never had someone in your mouth.” I am not fully confident that is the truth. Virginity is one thing. All the elements surrounding it…

Bridget shakes her head.

“But you’re eager to have me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I push away a smile.

With two fingers, I guide her chin up.

Our eyes meet.

I push my cock against her lips, slide it across her mouth, letting my precum coat her lips like gloss. Then, I sneak my thumb up to her lower lip, pull on her lower jaw. Her lips part, skimming the head of my cock.

“I will not force my cock in your mouth.” That’s an unnecessary exercise of power. Besides, for it to be enjoyable for us both when I fuck her mouth, it requires training. A lot of it. It will happen one day, but not today. “I just want you to enjoy it. Explore.”

Bridget nods.

Her tongue darts out, and she swirls it around the head.

I brace every muscle in my body to keep from losing it.

Her pink tongue against my reddened member is more beautiful than I could have imagined.

For a moment, she adjusts to the feeling of me on her tongue. The corners of her mouth adjust.

“Want you to know how I taste.” I sigh. “How it feels… Take your–”

My eyes flutter shut, pleasure coursing through me. “Take your time.”

Bridget follows my instructions to a tee. She runs her tongue down my length, using her fingers to pull and prod. And though her touch is clumsy at first, it feels amazing.

Just to have me in her palm is such a beautiful feeling.

“You’re doing so good.”

She kisses the tip of my dick.

“Take it in your mouth, baby. And look at me while you do.”

Bridget adjusts her gaze to meet mine.

“Oh, fuck…” I murmur.