Page 56 of Vicious Devotion

It’s been so goddamn long since anyone did that. I’ve all but forgotten what it feels like. And the idea of Bella sliding her lips around me is so erotic that my cock throbs and strains just at the thought, the tip wet with pre-cum.

Her fingers reach for my zipper, dragging it down, and my cock throbs again with such intensity that I’m afraid this is going to be over before it even starts. “I want to try again,” she whispers, her wide eyes looking up at me.

The memory of the last time she tried this jolts through me. The night she tried to go down on me on the living room sofa, only to panic as soon as my cock was near her mouth. She’d thought the entire night was going to unravel because of that, but all it did was get us upstairs and into bed—and me inside of her. Her first time. That thought pushes me even closer to the edge, and I suck in a breath, trying to think of anything else. Anything other than how much I want her mouth on me, or how hot and tight and wet she felt clamped around my cock as I took her virginity.

Slowly, Bella pushes apart the fabric of my suit trousers. My cock is an inch from her face, a thick ridge pressing against the front of my boxer briefs, and a jolt ripples through me as she runs her fingers down the length of the cotton fabric. I can feel that I’ve soaked through them, the cotton clinging to my tip, and when Bella presses her thumb against it, I hiss through my teeth.

She flinches. “Are you okay?” she whispers, looking up at me, and I have to struggle not to laugh. I’ll hurt her feelings if I do, but okay doesn’t begin to cover it.

“I’m more than okay,” I murmur, trailing my fingers over her hair, my thumb brushing over the line of her jaw. “I’m just trying to keep from embarrassing myself all over again.”

“Just because of this?” Bella catches her lip between her teeth again, and I close my eyes briefly, struggling for control.

“You should see yourself.” I let her hair trail through my fingers. “You’re so fucking beautiful. On your knees for me in your wedding gown, your mouth an inch from my cock—this is fucking heaven, Bella. And I’m so close to coming just from looking at you like that.”

Her cheeks flushed pink. “Oh,” she whispers, and her fingers hook in the edge of my briefs, tugging them down.

My cock springs free, slapping against my muscled abdomen. I feel sticky arousal against my skin, the hot, pulsing length pressed taut against me, and Bella leans up, her fingers wrapping around my shaft as she tilts it down to meet her waiting lips.

She’s a vision in her white wedding gown, lace pooling around her, her hair spilling over her shoulders, delicate and ethereal and beautiful, her eyes wide as she leans in and presses her lips against the tip of my cock. She breathes in, and when her tongue flicks out to swirl around the tip, lapping up the drops of pre-cum pearling there, I think my knees might give out. I grasp for the foot of the bed, clenching my fingers around it to steady myself as heat sweeps down my spine.

I had forgotten how good this feels. The soft plushness of her mouth, which has been responsible for dozens of my erections, presses against my swollen cockhead with a sensation that’s so exquisite it makes me dizzy. I can already feel that pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls tight and aching with the need to come, but I don’t want it to be over so quickly. It’s not even about my own ego—this might be the only time Bella ever does this…will almost certainly be the only time, and I want it to last.

I want to remember every second of tonight.

She rubs the flat of her tongue along the underside of my cock, her lips sliding around me, and I see her struggling to open her mouth wide enough to take more. She looks up at me, and I cup my hand against her jaw, my thumb brushing the corner of her lips.

I feel myself throb as I take in the sight of her with her lips wrapped around me, taut and struggling to take my cock, her eyes watering slightly. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Go slow,” I tell her, my voice hoarse with desire. “You don’t have to force anything, Bella. Your mouth feels so fucking good, just like this. Just your lips on me feels incredible. You don’t have to rush.”

She nods, sliding off of me just long enough to catch her breath. When she wraps her lips around me again, it’s with more purpose, and she slides her mouth down another inch, the muscles in my thighs shaking at the sensation of her hot mouth all around me.

I don’t know how much she’s going to be able to take, but even this is enough. I could come right now, if I let myself. The pleasure eclipses everything else, my veins feeling like they’re filled with liquid fire as Bella slides down a little further. The torturous slowness, the way she takes me a little at a time as she learns how to suck a cock for the first time, is both the best and most painful thing I’ve ever felt. It’s incredible—and at the same time, it’s torture.

What blood is left in me north of my cock is rushing in my ears, my breathing fast and hard as I trail my fingers down Bella’s neck, gently caressing her as she takes me another inch into her mouth. I can feel myself sliding over the wet heat of her tongue, and I feel myself stiffen, throb, and I know that in another few seconds, I won’t be able to hold back any longer. I start to pull my hips back, to slide out of her mouth, but her hand shoots up and grabs my hip, holding me in place as her eyes roll up and meet mine.

That does it. My orgasm goes from being held back by a thin thread of control to crashing into me like a freight train, my hand white-knuckling the foot of the bed as I feel myself explode in her mouth. My balls tighten, that first intense throb as cum shoots across her tongue, making my eyes roll back, a moan tearing from my mouth as her lips tighten around me, and she sucks as I start to come.

There are no words for how good it feels. I lean forward, gasping, my hand curled around the back of her neck as I fill her mouth with my cum, spurt after spurt, as she sucks me dry. There’s no technique in how she does it, just the frantic pressure of her mouth as she tries to pleasure me, but it’s better than the most experienced blowjob. The knowledge that she wanted my cum in her mouth, that she wanted to taste me, coupled with the erotic sight of her on her knees in her wedding gown, is enough to send me plummeting over the edge into a climax more intense than anything I can remember.

She keeps lashing me with her tongue, sucking at my cock until I finally pull back, gasping. “Too much,” I manage, and she stops instantly, rocking back on her heels as she looks up at me. There’s a trace of my cum on her lower lip, and the answering throb of arousal that I feel, even as drained as I feel right now, makes me dizzy.

When her tongue runs over her lip, licking it up, I swear I start to harden again, only seconds after I just came.

“We can stop there if you want,” she says softly. “If you don’t want to?—”

I shake my head. “I want more than that tonight, Bella. That was so fucking good I can hardly think straight, but it’s not all I want.”

Gently, I reach down, helping her to her feet. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes damp with having my cock so deep in her mouth, and she looks exquisite. “Can you—” she starts to ask hesitantly, and I chuckle, the sound rough in my throat as I turn her so that she’s facing away from me.

“I told you before,” I murmur, brushing her hair over her shoulder so that I can reach the top of the row of buttons down the back of her dress. “I’ll go as many times in a night as you want me, Bella. There’s no end to how many times you could get me hard.”

I feel the shudder of arousal that sweeps through her at that. I lean forward as I undo the top button on her dress, brushing my lips over the very top of her spine. She shivers again, and I undo the next button, following the path down with light brushes of my mouth against her skin.

“Gabriel.” She breathes my name as I work my way down, bit by bit, until her dress is open to the base of her spine. I sink down, pressing a kiss there, and I have a sudden image of bending her over the bed, stripping her naked, and eating her out from behind. The picture is so hot, so filthy that I feel my cock start to swell to life again, but I feel sure that Bella isn’t ready for that yet.

The only disappointment I feel is that she probably never will be. That after tonight, I won’t get a chance to do any of the things I’ve imagined to her.

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