Page 100 of Look, Don't Touch

“How do you figure?”

“You teased me with the sight of your pretty cock through the screen, and then the promise of things in my mouth.” I eye his zipper, hiding neatly behind a flap of wool. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m pleased with what I received, but I want what you promised on the plane. I want you to put your fat cock in my pretty mouth and make me choke on it.”

“Fuck, Hailey.” His fingers bunch into lethal fists. “This isn’t how this was supposed to go. After all that pain, I was supposed to make you feel good.”

“Watching you come apart will make me feel good. It will make me feel powerful. It will make me feel in control.”

Arlo lifts the table with a lever on the floor, until I’m eye level with my prize.

“You are in control, Hailey.” He unfastens his zipper and pulls himself free. His silky skin is near purple with blood flow. He’s hard and huge.

“You’re dripping for me.” I lick my lips and wrap my hand around his base.

“Of course, I am.” He groans. “It’s pretty much a constant state you keep me in. Weeping for you.”

My body hums with the after-tattoo high that can’t hold a candle to his words, his body, his commanding presence. He stirs me in a way I could have never imagined.

I pull him closer and let my gaze feast on his stunning cock. It doesn’t fully fit in the circle of my hand. His skin is soft and smooth. I run my lips along the sides, reveling in the firm length, protruding veins, and heavy ridges.

When my gaze flits up, I find him intent on my movements. His eyes are intense, but his body is relaxed and open, ready and willing for me. I grin, wet my mouth, and descend on his flesh one glorious inch at a time.

He’s warm and full. My jaw twinges, and my lips stretch. I love it. His salty taste goes straight to my head, making me high on him. Or maybe that’s our locked gazes.

“Hailey.” He rasps my name in that way only he can, and I moan. His fingertips follow the line of my hair from my forehand to my jaw. I preen into his touch. My hand falls away. I push forward, taking him deeper, pulling him into my throat. He gives me that sound I love; it’s a mix of a groan and a hum. “You suck me so good.”

His hand shifts over my throat, feeling the stretch he gives me. It’s a sweet but possessive grip that makes my eyes roll and my body arch. I bob on his length so he can experience the stroke inside and out.

“Fuck, love.” His knees give just a little, and he braces his other hand on the table. “Breathe a little, would you.” He pulls from my throat, and I suck him to the very tip.

“Spoilsport.” I pull his tie, dragging his mouth to mine. He comes willingly. His big hands clutch my jaw and the side of my face as his tongue plunders my mouth. I’m swimming in pheromones by the time he pulls back.

“Hardly.” He grabs the base of his cock and the back of my neck. “If you pass out, you’ll ruin our good time and scare the piss out of me.” He feeds the slick, bulbous head between my lips. I firm my lips and squeeze him tight before relaxing to accommodate him.

He sets the pace, taking what he wants and giving me the same in return. By the time he’s settled a rhythm all the way into the back of my throat and all the way out, I’m slick between my legs and dry-humping the air.

“Put your hands between your legs and play with my pussy.”

I keen on his cock, while my fingers rush to obey.

“Is that pretty pink slit wet for me?”

My nod is frantic. I spread my legs wide without being concerned about who might walk in and see. In fact, the thought kicks my desperation for him into overdrive.

“Yes, it is.” The tempo of his thrusts increases. “It’s so ready for this dick.”

“Yes.” I moan on the thing I want between my legs. My fingers spread my pussy lips wide, and I concentrate on my slick clit.

Arlo pinches my nipple. It sends shock waves coursing through me. They detonate in my cunt. I fully give myself over to the deviant sounds and the delectable feeling of him stretching my throat, of him owning my body, of him commanding my pleasure…after so much pain.

“The second you tell me you’re mine, I’m going to fill that greedy cunt to the brim with my cock and my cum, and then I’m going to drink it from you.”

“Oh fuck.” I shatter, and he shoots deep into my throat. I choke and gulp and love every fucking second of it. Because I want that. I want that and more. I just have to be brave enough to take it.

I lie on the table in jagged pieces. My body swims in relief while my mind reels at the possibilities before me.

Arlo pulls from my mouth and disappears from view for a minute or five. I can’t really grasp the concept of time right now. He returns, looking prim and proper. His lips press to my forehead for a long moment, and then he takes my hand in his. He pulls me up and leads me into the attached bathroom.

He leans over me, turns the water on in the sink, and washes my hands as though I’m a child. I watch our fingers dip and slide together. The bubbles form a barrier, and then they’re rinsed away.

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