Page 84 of Burden to Bear

This man had proven just how talented he was with his mouth, so it was safe to say I believed I was in for a real treat. And even though I wouldn’t have dreamed it was possible he’d ever want to do what he was obviously getting ready to do, I felt no nerves about it. Brock had made that possible with the things he said and the way he looked at me.

As his mouth moved along my jaw, down the front of my throat, and toward my breasts, my fingers threaded through his hair. When he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, I let out a moan of pleasure.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, the hope in my voice undeniable.

Brock shifted his mouth to the opposite breast and sucked it in deep before he bit down gently on my nipple. Once he released it, he stood up straight, looked down at me with a glint in his eye and half of his mouth quirking. “I think you already know, Mia. Why don’t you lay back on the bed, so I can eat your pussy?”

I don’t know why, but I hadn’t anticipated Brock being so forward about it. And since it was unexpected, I could only assume that was the reason I didn’t hesitate to lower myself down on the bed, so he could follow through on what he intended to do.

Brock didn’t wait.

He didn’t delay.

He didn’t even try to tease me along the way.

He went right for it, and it paid off in a big way. I was writhing against him, clawing at the sheets beneath my body.

With each flick of his tongue over my clit, I squirmed even more. And I indulged myself in what he was giving me.

I loved it.

“Brock,” I panted when he’d worked me up to the point of no return. “I’m going to come.”

I thought he was going to stop, to pull back and make me beg, but it seemed he was all about delivering the pleasure.

So, I gave in and accepted it. And before I knew it, Brock had wave after wave of pleasure moving through me with my orgasm.

I’d barely come down from the high, hadn’t even caught my breath, when I felt a surge of determination move through me. Brock deserved everything he’d just given me and more.

As quickly as I could, I sat up in the bed, my legs hanging over the side of it. Brock was standing in front of me, and I placed my hands on his hips. “Your mouth is unbelievable.”

He laughed, bent forward, and kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. Then, his voice still a deep growl, he said, “You taste incredible.”

“Let me taste you,” I begged him.

He groaned, righted himself in front of me, and allowed me to push his boxer briefs down his legs. The moment I curled my fingers around his cock and stroked, he groaned again.

I smiled inwardly, feeling extraordinarily powerful that a man as strong and handsome and wonderful as Brock was this turned on by me. Loving the way that felt, I didn’t hesitate.

I remained seated on the edge of the bed as Brock continued to stand beside it in front of me. And the next thing I knew, I found myself getting worked up all over again as I took him in my mouth.

Because Brock wasn’t shy about sharing how much he enjoyed what I was doing. “Fuck, Mia. Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about you doing this?”

There was something I loved about knowing he had been thinking about having me like this for so long. I couldn’t get over the level of self-control he’d shown for months while he made me believe he was simply just being a good guy to a woman who was going through it.

Brock often stated that I deserved better than I’d gotten, and perhaps he wasn’t wrong. But I’d have been lying if I said he didn’t deserve even more.

Feeling gratitude and love and immense appreciation that this man had come into my life, I wanted to go above and beyond for him with this, as he had done for me in every other aspect of my life.

So, I didn’t slack.

I didn’t hesitate.

I didn’t allow the fact that I felt fully sated after what he’d just done deter me from accomplishing what I set out to do.

I took him in as deep as I could. I sucked long and hard. I used my tongue, my lips. I offered tons of suction. And I glanced up at him regularly as I alternated my pace.

Brock was clearly enjoying himself. Between the way his grip in my hair tightened and the sounds that came out of him, I had no doubt I was succeeding in giving him all that he deserved.

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