Page 135 of Manacled Hearts

I speed up the touch, adding more pressure as I assault the bundle of nerves, and threads of ecstasy bloom from that center, bursting all through my body as it shakes and convulses around the man who holds me so tight against him. I come hard enough that stars dance behind my eyes, and I’m worried I drew blood where my nails sank in his shoulder. But he doesn’t sound affected. He holds me through it until the shaking stops.

I don’t realize I’m smiling until he peppers kisses all over my lips, and the softest of laughs, coming from him, warms my soul. He eases me off of his cock and down to my feet, but he has to hold me through my shaky balance.

“But you, you haven’t… finished,” I protest when he pulls away, reaching for his cock through the darkness.

There’s a pause that lasts too long as I squeeze the hard length that throbs in my hand.

“Make me, then.” The grit in his voice turns the words to both an order and a plea, and I get an odd sense of power out of them.

The heat between my legs burns brighter and there’s only one thing I crave to do right now. Something I’ve never done before. I drop to my knees, my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and when my warm breath touches the tip of it, he mutters a series of curses.

“That’s not what I meant, sugar. Jerk me off. You don’t have to—”

But the next words lodge in his throat and come out as an unintelligible jumble as I suck the tip of him between my lips, surprised at the saltiness and slight bitterness of his pre-cum. Before he can protest further, I suck him inside my mouth as deep as I can take him, stopping when a strange gag reflex pushes him back out. Then I swallow him back in, curling my lips against my teeth and press my tongue against the underside of his pulsing length.

“Fuck, Evelyn! Goddamn it!” he swears over and over.

“Guide me,” I whisper. “I’ve never done this.” Then I swallow him again, bobbing up and down his cock.

“You’re doing fucking amazing. You could do anything to me, and it would be the best I’ve ever had.”

I whimper around his member at the compliment, and a rumble shakes through him.

“Follow with your hand what your lips can’t reach,” he says on a throaty whisper, and I comply, running my hand up and down his shaft. “That’s it, Evie darling. Fuck, yes.”

He’s somehow even more rigid between my lips, and I finally understand the rock hard expression everyone seems to use.

“Faster,” he urges softly.

And I do as told, quickening the rhythm as he struggles not to thrust forward in my mouth, his hips rocking gently.

“Move away now. I’m gonna come!” he warns.

But I’ve already made up my mind. I want it. I want him to spill into my mouth and drown me in the taste of him. It makes me feel dirty, and god I want to be so damn filthy right now. So I slap a hand over his ass and press him right back into my mouth.

He curses low in his throat as he grips my shoulder and holds me there. I know his instinct craves to grab the back of my head, and the fact that even now he had the self-control to avoid triggering me, makes me want to reward him. So I press him deeper into my mouth, breathing through the gag reflex as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and the sinful grunts that spill from his mouth are followed by the violent twitching of his cock as hot spurts of thick liquid hit my throat. I can’t avoid the choking, but he pulls out gently, letting his cum fill my mouth rather than straight down my throat, and I swallow it down the more it comes.

I’ve never looked at the condoms he threw away after sex, but this seems like a lot of cum. Is it normal? My core tightens when I imagine it filling me, spilling out as he strokes inside of me, and drips down my thighs. I moan as I suck his cock one last time, and he shudders between my lips.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he says, breathless. “You swallowed it all?” the man is genuinely surprised.

“Every last drop.” I smack my lips together as he helps me up.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He growls before he captures my lips with his, and kisses me until I’m panting.

Then he wraps me in his arms, my cheek pressed against his chest, as he rubs my back in slow, soothing motions. We stand like that for long enough that I start to worry what the others are going to say about our absence. Yet, I don’t push away. This feels… important. I’m not sure why, but it does.

A few more minutes pass before he finally speaks. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He reaches somewhere to the side and light floods the space. I squeeze my eyes shut, grunting, but accept the fact that this has to happen. Oh, we’re in the bathroom. I was so disorientated, I didn’t realize this is where he shoved me in.

He moves me to the sink and reaches for some toilet paper he quickly wets and presses between my legs. I wince, but he holds me there as he wipes gently before he throws it in the toilet. He repeats it a few times, and heat flushes me cheeks each time. This is nice… really nice. I fix my makeup and hair in the mirror as he cleans himself, his glorious cock, and this moment is so intimate. It makes me smile. I like it.

“You should go to the toilet,” he says.

I cock an eyebrow as I look at him in the mirror.

“I’m serious.” He laughs, “After sex, you should always go. Apparently it prevents UTIs.”

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