Page 68 of Reluctantly You

“I should have you know, Mr. Morris,” I say as I wrap a hand around his thick length and squeeze, making his dick jump in my palm. “I don’t kneel for just anyone.”

He grunts, his head falling back against the wall as I stroke him roughly. Just once and then stop, my thumb running over the tip of him, dragging the precum pooled at his slit around his swollen cockhead. With my free hand, I reach up and cradle his balls, rolling them in my palm and watching as he shivers.

“But I’ll kneel for you,” I amend and then pull the tip of him between my lips.

He lets out a soft moan, one of his hands moving into my hair as I suck him. He groans lowly as I bring him into the back of mythroat until he’s hitting my tonsils and making me gag. But I’m not deterred. I won’t stop.

I want this more than I care to admit.

I fucking hate that I want him.

God, I want him.

Holding him in my throat for a few seconds, I slowly pull off and do it all over again, my wet mouth sliding along his straining cock until he’s moaning slightly louder, his other hand pressed against his lips, as if he can keep those sounds inside.

He better not swallow those down. I want to hear him moan for me.

My hand continues to roll his balls, tugging lightly, egging him on until he spreads his legs a little further, giving me access to more of him. I do as he silently suggests, snaking a finger across his taint.

I grin around him as his hand tightens in my hair and I continue sucking slowly, my cheeks hollowed as I bring him closer and closer to the edge. The finger at his taint slides back and forth until his legs are shaking.

He wants more than he says.

He wants it all.

My head bobs, and I slide a finger inside my mouth, wetting it.

When it’s practically dripping, his head is thrown back, chest heaving, I drag that wet fingertip back along his taint and then up his crack, chuckling when he bucks against me.

“Oh fuck,” he moans as I swirl my fingertip around his hole.

I groan as I continue to tease him, his rim kissing my fingertip as I trace it.

I can feel him opening for me. He wants this, and I want to make him beg, make him scream my name.

The thought of it spurs me on. Letting go of him entirely, I reach into my pocket and, with both hands, rip open a small lubepacket I’d placed there for an occasion such as this. I smear the gel on my finger and drag it back to his hole, pressing gently against it.

Mitchell gasps as I steadily push my way inside, his hips stuttering slightly at the intrusion.

I hum around his length as he slowly lets me in, my finger working in and out of him until I’m knuckle deep.

“Gideon,” he gasps above me. His eyes meet mine, gaze open and confused, a mixture of wonder and bewilderment.

I twist my wrist slightly, seeking…searching.

When I find the small bump inside of him, he jolts forward, eyes snapping shut, his mouth open in a silent scream.

“Fuuuck,” he cries as I start to work him in tandem. Sucking him deep and pressing relentlessly on his prostate until he’s no longer using my head as a fuck toy, just hanging onto it for dear life.

“I’m…oh fuck—” I feel his whole body tense and shake before his dick explodes, the bitter taste of his release hitting my tongue as his ass clenches around my finger.

I hold myself inside of him, tapping that little bump and letting him come down from his orgasm second by second, before carefully pulling off and out of him.

He’s barely breathing as he slumps against the wall.

I swipe at my mouth. “You okay?” I ask, and he swallows and nods.

I push myself up to my feet and hand him a tissue from the box on the desk. He takes it from me with shaking hands and cleans himself off, cheeks flushed.

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