Page 86 of Until I Own You

Her mouth parts and engulfs the head of my cock. Tight lips.

Almost as good as her pussy.

Almost.

But this is not about pretending or replacing what I could feel between her legs. It’s an act of surrender.

On one hand, she is surrendering to me. To pleasing me.

And I am surrendering to the pleasure she wants to give me.

I reach out and press a hand against the wall, the other hand stroking her hair as she works the head and next few inches with her mouth.

Do not thrust. Do not buck.

It feels so good I just want to fuck her face, but I need to be strong. I need to let her do it in her own time.

Funny enough, I’m training Bridget, but I’m training myself too.

My cock throbs, skewering me with pleasure.

“Yes, good girl. You’re such a good girl.”

Bridget moans around me.

“Christ, fucking hell,” I mutter.

Her lips vibrating around me adds another level of pleasure that makes it even more difficult to hold onto my composure.

Bridget’s speed increases. She takes me deeper. Deeper.

My hand clenches against the tiled wall, my fingernails threatening to rip out the grout with how hard I’m trying to keep control.

Her excitement reaches a boiling point, and she moves to take me all in.

“Wait–”

Bridget gags, her body convulsing, a beautiful fucking sight.

But it surprises her, and she releases me from her mouth to cough, to try to steady herself. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No, baby, don’t be sorry.”

Baby is not in our lexicon. But it’s familiar and endearing. I wouldn’t mind Bridget being my baby.

I am so taken by Bridget. Her beauty. Her intelligence. Her elegance. Her need.

“That’s normal. I’m big, and taking me all in will require some training,” I explain. “You did nothing wrong, okay?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I wrap my hand around my cock that is now stained with her lipstick, just as I wanted. It aches for release. “Look at me and open your mouth.”

Bridget does so.

“Tongue out.”

Her tongue lolls onto her lower lip.

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