Page 130 of Play Along

His words spur me on as I grip his shaft with one hand and lick a path from root to tip.

“Yes,” he hisses between his teeth. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

I attempt to make it worth his wait as I look up at him, flutter my lashes over my heavy eyes, and round my lips to suck him in. Head bobbing, I stroke my tongue in tandem with my lips, but he hits the back of my throat far too soon because he’s much bigger than I’ve ever been with. I keep him there, swallowing around the tip until my eyes are forced closed with tears gathering at the corners, my throat constricting with a choke.

“Jesus, fuck.” He falls forward, bracing himself on the sink with one hand, using the other to tug my hair, forcing me to pull back and take a breath. “Who told you that you weren’t good at this?”

I don’t answer because he already knows. I simply suck in some hard-earned oxygen.

His jaw flexes as he’s bent over, face hovering just inches above mine, cock glistening with my saliva. “He’s a goddamn liar. I don’t need to teach you shit.”

Isaiah runs his thumb by the corner of my eye, gathering the moisture that pooled there.

“I’m going to ruin your makeup.” There’s no warning in his tone. It’s simply a statement. “Then I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. You got it?”

I eagerly nod in agreement.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” I exhale.

“Now keep doing what you’re doing.”

So I do. With my fist, I stroke him, turning my hand to create friction. Then I add my mouth, sucking him deep before coming off him with a lewd pop.

“So fucking good, Kenny. Don’t listen to anyone else. Listen to me. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I follow his cues. His entire abdomen contracts when I use my lips to stroke him, so I keep doing that. His breathing picks up when I flick my tongue over the underside of his head, and then completely stops when I reach up and cup his balls while pushing him into the back of my throat again.

“Fuck.” His curse is sharp as he pulls out of me. “I’m going to come. It’s been way too long and I’m going to come already.”

I nod eagerly, in my fancy gown on the floor of the bathroom with mascara running down my cheeks and spit gathering around the corner of my lips.

Like the classy lady I was raised to be.

He bends over me, gripping my chin. “You going to let me come in your mouth?”

“Yes.” My breaths are short and choppy. “Please.”

“Are you going to be a good little wife and swallow it all for me?”

I nod far too enthusiastically.

“Good.” He licks across my lips and finishes it with a kiss. “Now, take a deep breath because it’s the last one you’re going to get for a while.”

He runs a gentle thumb over my cheekbone, starkly contrasting the warning that he didn’t want to be nice to me, but that’s the only tender moment he gives before guiding my head forward.

As soon as my lips are around him, he sets the pace, fucking my face in a steady rhythm. Palms covering my ears, it’s as if everything else drowns out around me. It’s only him and his body reacting to me.

God, the way he’s looking down at me, his anger mixed with so much need. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I have never felt more powerful than I do now, knowing I’m capable of unraveling him.

I use his legs for support, fingernails digging into his flesh to hold on.

“Hmm,” he hums.

Isaiah watches the way my hands move over him, softly exploring his thighs until they curve around and squeeze his ass. He holds my head and pushes his cock to the back of my throat when I do.

He’s big, towering over me like this. It’s a vulnerable position to be in, at the mercy of someone his size, but I’ve never trusted someone the way I do Isaiah. He pushes into me, but never too far. He keeps pace, but always makes sure I can breathe, visually checking in with me that I’m okay.

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