Page 84 of The Love You Win

“Feels so good,” he mumbles.

I can do this. Filling my lungs with a deep breath, I take more of Maddox into my mouth. My tongue traces the shape of him as I breathe through my nose. I close my eyes and take him a little deeper. His head bumps against the back of my hard palate, and I gag.

“Stop, baby,” Maddox says gently as his fingers stroke my hair. “I don’t want you to make yourself uncomfortable.”

He has no idea how much his words spur me on. I try to relax my jaw and push myself down his length even more. His cock teases the opening of my throat and my throat says, no thanks. It’s enough that I pull off of him and cover my mouth.

Oh, shit.

“Fuck, Isla. Are you okay?” He sounds concerned, but there’s humor in his tone, too. He’s trying not to laugh, the shithead.

Just a little gagging. No big deal. I nod. “I’m fine. Just relax and let me make you feel good.” This is good. This is progress. I can do this. “Lie back down.”

He meets the command with an arched eyebrow. “You really want to keep trying?”

“Yes,” I say. “I won’t be happy until you’re coming down the back of my throat.”

“Jesus,” Maddox mumbles, fisting his very hard dick. “How in the hell am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You’re not,” I reply with a smirk.

“Seriously, Isla. It’s okay. You don’t have to do this. I’m happy with you sticking to licking my dick like a lollipop if that’s what you need to do.”

Letting out a frustrated growl, I grab a pillow and chuck it at his head. “Just shut up and let me blow you!”

Maddox barks out a laugh, but when I skewer him with a glower, he drags the pillow over his face to hide from me. It doesn’t work. His whole stupidly ripped body shakes with the force of his laughter.

I’ll show him. The shit.

Eventually, I find my rhythm. Tears still stream down my cheeks, but by the fourth gagging episode, I’ve learned how to breathe through them. I feel powerful. Queasy, but powerful.

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come.” Maddox’s grip on my hair tightens, but he still keeps from bucking his hips. Somehow, he’s remained still throughout this whole process, leaving me completely in control.

Humming around him, I suck hard as I bob up and down his length. Determined to make this feel amazing for Maddox, I work his head deeper into my mouth. He grunts, I suck, and then he comes with a roar down the back of my throat. Thick, salty cum floods my mouth and throat.

Oh, no. No, this is too much.

I manage to swallow a few mouthfuls, but my stomach rolls. I’ve dry-heaved one too many times, and I’m afraid this is going to push me over the edge. Releasing Maddox’s still-pulsing dick from my mouth, his cum spurts all over my face and gets in my left eye. It stings, and I panic, jerking my head to the side. And then Maddox’s dick pokes me right in the eye. I let out an undignified squeal and bat his penis away.

“Oh my god.” Maddox sits up and wipes his hot cum off of my face. I can’t really see him because I’m blinking like a newborn baby, but I can hear the laughter he’s trying to push down. “Are you okay?”

All I can do is nod. I’m still queasy. “Mmhmm.”

“Is your eye okay?”

“Shut up.”

“Well, that was definitely something.” His body shakes with silent laughter. I glare at him through the cum sticking to my eyelashes. It only makes him laugh harder. “Seriously, baby, I know you hate gagging, but I have to be honest. The way your throat strangled me each time… damn, I’m a fan. Five stars. Easily.”

“Oh my god, are you seriously leaving a review for how well I suck dick?”

“Absolutely. You have a Yelp page, right?”

My palm connects with Maddox’s chest with a sharp thwack. “You’re the worst. And so was that blow job. It’s okay, you can be honest.”

His thumb swipes a drop of cum off my cheek, and he presses it into my mouth. I lick it off, even though I’m hesitant to allow anything even close to my mouth right now. “Isla, you pushed through a ridiculous amount of discomfort just to please me. Which, again, you never ever have to do. And yeah, you were a little green a few times there, which was concerning, but that was still hot. For the most part.”

It’s my turn to laugh. “Next time it’ll be easier.”

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