Page 81 of Bad Enough

“Take me in your mouth, princess.”

The tip of her pink tongue snuck out between her lips, cupping over the top one, then she sucked it back between her teeth, which bit lightly into her bottom lip.

He waited.

She licked her lips again and leaned forward ever so slightly. When her lips met the tip of his cock, her mouth opened automatically and slid down the length of him about halfway. She rolled her tongue along the underside of him, then pulled back so that her taste buds rasped against the vein beneath. When her lips pulled completely off of him, she swirled her tongue around the head, swiping away the precum that had begun to leak from the tip.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she mewled.

“Eyes,” he ordered gruffly.

They reopened languidly, pupils blown.

His hand began to stroke her hair, from the top of her head to the back of her neck. She continued her tentative pattern, each time sliding just a little bit farther along his length and each time using a little more suction as she pulled away.

On the fourth retreat, her other hand rose up to grip him at the root, her two hands holding him steady. Then, she pushed the weight of her hands toward his groin until they applied strong pressure against his pelvic bones. The pull stretched the skin tight, sensitizing it, now all wet and shiny from her mouth, and he couldn’t contain the loud groan as she buried him in her mouth all the way down to her fingers.

“Fuck, sweetheart, who taught you that?” His other hand reached out to lightly grasp the other side of her head. He didn’t put pressure, just held onto her as she found a rhythm up and down his shaft.

One hand curved around to the back of her skull. Again, no pressure, but she understood his subtle direction when her lips met her fingers, and she held her mouth and tongue in place for a heartbeat.

He felt it before he heard it.

A near-silent hum vibrated along his nerve endings, a hum that was coming from her throat. A hum that would have released like a moan if her mouth had been free.

Saliva pooled in her mouth around him as she held him.

Then she dropped the hand that was closest to her mouth and slid slightly back on his shaft, sucking hard enough that her cheeks hollowed. When she hit the halfway point between root and tip, she slid back down on him until her lips met her other hand.

“That mouth, princess,” he groaned. “More.”

Without missing a beat, she increased the suction and began to pull back on him again. Slowly, she set her rhythm back up. Her lips slid smoothly down to meet her fingers, still grasping the root of his cock tightly. He felt the tip of her tongue flutter teasingly along the vein on its underside, and he squeezed her skull lightly in the palm of his hand to let her know what she was doing was good.

More than good. Fuck, I’m not going to last long if she keeps doing that much longer.

Then she began to pull back, her cheeks hollowing deeper, her tongue flattening as she dragged it against the vein.

Suddenly, he realized that her free hand was flat on his other thigh, and her nose was buried in the skin of his pelvis. She had relaxed her jaw, and it had allowed her to take him farther into her mouth to the back of her throat. She remained still. He could feel her trying to get used to the sensation of her mouth being that full and trying not to panic about airflow. She was concentrating hard on breathing through her nose, but there was still some tension and unease.

She’ll get there, and in the not-too-distant future, will be my guess. So, so good.

“Easy, little Flame. You’ve done so good. Back off my cock, sweetheart. I want to see those pretty eyes again.”

She slowly pulled back, a gasp escaping her open mouth and a thin line of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. Her eyes were glassy and just short of tears that would have fallen if she’d pushed any further.

His hands curled to cup her face, his thumbs brushing along her cheekbones. “So beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Undress me.”

Her attention returned to the tip of his cock, still straight out to her face. She poked the tip of her tongue out just enough to swipe through the slit to catch another drop of precum and took it into her mouth to savor. He watched her, noticing that her tongue was swirling around in her mouth as if trying to make sure every part of the cavern got a taste of him, and then she swallowed.

Her eyes dropped toward the floor to his boots. She grabbed ahold of his left hand and set it on her right shoulder to use her for balance. She coaxed him to raise his foot so that she could grab the heel, pull it, and slide it off his foot, followed by the sock.

She repeated the process with the other side.

Once the socks were neatly folded and tucked inside his boots, she put them together and off to the side.

Her hands went to the waistband of his jeans, slowly pulling them down, her eyes trained completely on his, the fabric bunching at his ankles. Again, she repeated the process she’d used to remove his shoes. Almost reverently she folded the jeans, then placed them on top of his boots.

He moved items on her desk to the far side, then reached down and gripped her biceps gently, lifting her to sit on the desk’s edge. She reached for the hem of his tee and began to drag it up his torso. He helped her pull it over his head since he was a foot taller than her. Again, she folded the material, this time lightly tossing it onto the seat of her chair.

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