Page 91 of The Breaking Point

I’d given one other guy a blow job before. It had been ... lackluster, to say the least. I hadn’t known what I was doing, and he hadn’t provided much in the way of instruction. When I’d struggled to finish him off, he’d sighed and had said I could stop.

But I wanted to try with Brady. Brady would make sure we both had an amazing time. And I wanted to show him that I could give him pleasure just like he’d given me with the spankings and the kisses.

“I want to blow you,” I blurted.

Brady froze in his tracks. “What?”

“You heard me.” I stood up straighter. “Where do you want to do it? In your bedroom?”

Brady was still gaping at me. “Christ, Grace, where did this come from?”

I decided that if this was going to happen, it would be right here. I dropped to my knees and began to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him the entire time.

His pupils widened as I undid his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. I rubbed my other hand over his erection, which I could feel growing against my palm.

His breathing increased. “Grace,” he growled.

“Tell me to stop,” I said, “and I will.”

I waited. He seemed to be fighting an internal battle. But he just nodded, his expression telling me that he’d die if I stopped.

My own heart was pounding with anticipation. I’d wanted to see Brady’s cock for so long. Not just see it, but lick it, taste it, watch it grow and throb as he finally came all over my face.

I rubbed him a little longer through his jeans. My eyes widened when I realized how large he was getting. But I couldn’t stop the gasp when I finally saw his size with my own eyes.

“Lord Almighty,” I whispered. How the hell would I ever get this inside me? He’d split me in two.

“It’ll fit,” he rasped. “Believe me.”

I shook my head, even as I wanted to believe him. Then again, he’d know better than I ever would.

I sat back on my heels, gazing at him, loving the tension thrumming through him as I made him wait for my touch. His cock was hard, veins pulsing on the sides, the tip already excreting precum.

I took hold of his cock and lick the tip of it. He tasted salty. I hummed in my throat as I began to stroke him with my hand while I swirled my tongue around the tip.

I couldn’t tell whether Brady was really enjoying this, though. He was just gazing down at me with those eyes that seemed to burn through me.

“How is it?” I asked, suddenly feeling shy.

He caressed my cheek before taking my hand and squeezing it. “Harder when you stroke me. Yes, like that. You won’t hurt me. And when you do that, try to take me into your mouth.”

I did as he asked. He groaned when I slowly took his length into my mouth until the tip was touching the back of my throat. I forced myself to stay still, not giving in to my gag reflex.

I sucked him until he started groaning and digging his fingers into my hair. I let him go with a pop as I sucked in air.

“Jesus, you’re a natural,” he said, his cheeks flushed. “I’m going to finish soon if you’re not careful.”

“Isn’t that the goal?”

“Not always.” He wiped saliva from my chin. “I never thought I’d see you on your knees for me. It’s sexy as fuck.”

I squeezed the base of his cock and began fucking him with my mouth. I loved the way he swore and moaned. The last—and only—guy I’d given a blow job to had been dead silent.

Brady, though, wasn’t shy. He moved his hips in time with my mouth, until he was hitting so far inside my throat I didn’t know how I was managing it.

“Grace, I’m coming,” he gritted out. “If you need to stop now—”

I kept going. I sucked him so hard that he shouted. Then I felt him shoot into my mouth. He came with seemingly endless pulses. I swallowed his cum, looking up at him as I did so.

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