Page 52 of Forever Mr Black

I’m going to lose my mind if he keeps this up.

“You’re so close.” There’s a hint of softness to his voice, which gives me hope.

Maybe he’s cracking. Maybe he can’t do it. But when I open my eyes, my hopes are dashed.

Cold, hard eyes stare at me as he climbs off the bed and walks round to my head. His steely mask fixes in place. The bulge of his erection is in my eyeline.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

Fuck.

“Open your hands.”

I do as he asked, and he presses a cold, hard object into my palm. I can’t see what it is, but it feels like metal.

“Hold the keys. If you want me to stop, drop them on the floor. Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Lower your arms.”

I do as I was told. He unfastens his jeans and pushes them down. His thick erection stands flat against his stomach, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He’s just as turned on as I am despite his cool façade.

“Open your mouth.”

I’m not sure how this is going to work with me being upside down, but I trust him. He stands at the foot of the bed and gently cradles my head in his hands, tilting it back slightly. I take him slowly, and he stops partway and withdraws, giving me time to get used to the position. I tell myself to relax as he inches himself forwards once more, and I take him as deep as I can. His hands grip my head as he exhales deeply and stills for a second, twitching in my mouth. He sets the pace, guiding my head up to meet his thrusts. Slowly at first, then quicker, forcing himself deeper, making me slacken my jaw so I take all of him. He’s in total control, and the tension in my core spikes at the thought. Within six thrusts, he explodes. The steely façade slips momentarily as he loses himself, moaning my name and telling me how good I am at doing this as I swallow his seed. And I want to be the best—for him.

Once he’s finished, he carefully lowers my head back down on the pillow. He takes the keys from my hands and puts them on the bedside table, and then he steps out of his jeans and climbs back onto the bed.

“Raise your arms back above your head.”

My muscles throb at the sight of him as he returns to his position between my legs, totally naked.

I’ve been given a moment’s reprieve, but now, I’m back in the line of fire.

He lowers his gaze between my legs, and when he looks at me again, the coldness has thawed.

“You’re soaking.” His voice is barely a rasp.

His breathing deepens as he runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, parts my folds with his thumbs, and dips his fingertips inside me. I arch into his touch as he slides his hands up my body, caressing my breasts and smoothing his hands across my collarbone. I’m burning up beneath his touch, which is enough to tip me over the edge. If he keeps this up, I’m sure to lose control.

He presses a wet thumb against my lips. “Open.” His voice is hoarse with lust as he kneels over me, waiting for me to obey.

I know this turns him on—me being ready for him.

Maybe I can make him crack.

I hold his gaze and part my lips.

He slides a finger into my mouth. “Suck.”

I do as I was told, keeping my eyes locked on his as they burn into me.

“Taste how wet you are.”

I swirl my tongue around the tip and graze my teeth along his finger as he slides it from between my lips.

The fire in his eyes remains, but he smirks. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work.”

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