Page 109 of A Taste Of Darkness

My thumb couldn’t touch my fingers as I held his dick, and suddenly I wondered how he fit inside of me so effortlessly.

He was thick and long, sticking straight up, the swollen head dripping precum.

Milo leaned back in his chair, his muscles vibrating raggedly as he breathed in and out.

For just a moment, I hesitated. My head was running wild with unwanted what ifs, unnecessary fears that just wouldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried suppressing them.

What if I hated this? What if he hated it because I was so bad at this? What if I was going to fuck up so badly, he’d realize he deserved someone better than me?

I took a deep breath and told myself that it was going to be okay.

I wanted to witness him let go. I wanted to watch Milo writhe at my touch, succumb to the pleasure I was causing.

My eyes locked with his as my lips parted. I licked up the length of him, then swiped my tongue over the tip to lick the precum from his slit.

He tasted salty, but not half as bad as I feared.

Milo’s chest rose heavily as I closed my mouth over the tip, and his hand pushed into my hair when I sucked before taking as much of him as I could get past my lips.

He thrust upwards, hitting the back of my throat which involuntarily caused me to gag. That might’ve been a bit too much too fast.

“Fuck—I’m sorry.” He pulled back, stroking his hands through my hair. “It’s just… shit, your mouth feels so good.”

One of my hands snuck underneath his shirt, fingers tracing along his abs as I sucked my way back up and let my tongue swirl around the head of his cock before releasing him again.

I stroked him with my hand from the base to his tip, hearing his soft hiss.

My eyes found his face, wandering from his flushed cheeks to his lust-filled eyes, and I smiled at him before dipping my head back down and sucking his tip into my mouth once more.

His muscles tensed underneath my touch, hips jerking when my jaw relaxed and I took him deeper, but he didn’t thrust up this time.

I groaned around his cock when he pulled on my hair.

The salty taste started to bother me less. Actually, I began to enjoy the taste of him more each time his tip hit the back of my throat, or my tongue swirled his head.

“Fuck, Sterlie,” he breathed, his hips softly jerking in an irregular rhythm.

His eyes were closed as I looked up, lips slightly parted, but a moment later, he looked right at me, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You feel—” A groan fell from his lips as I slid my hand from the base of his cock to his balls, teasing at first, then squeezing. He pounded into me, hollowing my cheeks with each thrust. “So… good, hmm.”

I couldn’t stop looking at him, noticing every ever-so-slight reaction to my touch. He was so handsome; I could barely wrap my head around it. And I could barely understand how he was attracted to me. But the way he looked at me, the way he moaned when I gently scraped my teeth along his dick, and how he seemed to demand more with each of his moves, every doubt in my mind was replaced with something reassuring.

Slurping on his length, I allowed him to fuck my mouth however he enjoyed it the most. I massaged his balls and rediscovered every inch of his abs as if every ridge wasn’t already engraved in my brain.

“Fuck, Sterlie,” he groaned. “You have to… oh, fuck.”

Milo stopped thrusting his hips and pulled my face away from him.

“What ar?—”

He pulled me onto his lap and slammed his lips against mine in an instant while his hands were sneaking underneath my dress to give my ass a firm squeeze.

“I want to come inside of you,” he rasped and stood up. He sat me on his desk and spread my legs. “Please, can I fuck you?”

“Such a gentleman,” I muttered against his lips, smiling into our kiss.

“I’m far from one, cuore mio.”

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