Page 94 of Born to Make You Smile

He gripped my head and thrust into me, gently guiding me to his desired tempo. When the tip of his cock hit my throat, I gagged with a cough. He stopped moving, pulling away. I was embarrassed I couldn’t take him. “Sorry, Sir.”

“No worries. You’re doing so well. But is it too much?”

I shook my head. “No. Keep going.”

He slid himself back into my mouth and moved his hips, reaching a steady rhythm. His crown massaged my soft palate while my tongue rubbed his underside. I moved my head forward and concentrated on breathing through my nose between thrusts.

My determination to take him as far as I could was relentless. I kept gagging and tearing up, but I pushed through.

I used my hand to stroke his balls as my mouth moved along his cock, licking, sucking, devouring him. His moans drove me wild. Knowing I was responsible for his pleasure filled me with mind-blowing shivers.

I felt his sac tighten and knew he was close. But instead of pushing harder, he pulled away from me, gripping his cock and moving his hand furiously. The sight of him stroking himself made my clit pulse and nipples tighten.

“Get ready. I’m going to mark you,” he growled. “Fuck.”

His body jerked, and he grunted as hot spurts of his semen pelted my breasts. Just when I thought he was done, he continued to beat his length vigorously, squeezing his plump head while more strands of his load hit me.

I glanced down, and I was covered in him. Owned by him. The way he’d marked me was so erotic and raw.

“God. I love how my cum looks all over your beautiful breasts,” he said, his eyes tracing over me. “You’re mine. All mine.”

He ran a hand over my chest, smearing and gathering his release. Then he moved that hand over my cheeks and lips. I opened up and sucked the fluid off his fingers.

“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice husky.

I stood, feeling his cum trail down to my stomach. So gloriously messy.

He moved his face down to my breasts and took each of my coated nipples into his mouth. The hot strokes of his tongue and the fact that he was licking his own cum off me sent a shock wave through my veins. Then he moved his mouth up to mine and kissed me with vigor, the taste of him filling my senses. His erection on my body was still as hard as steel. Knowing I was turning him on like this, fulfilling his deepest fantasies, was intoxicating. I felt like I was soaring above the house into the clouds.

“Lean over the dresser,” he ordered. “I need to fuck you.”

“I thought you weren’t going to—”

“Now,” he yelled.

“Yes, Sir.”

My core clenched in anticipation.

Leaning my sticky body against the wood surface, he nudged my legs apart and entered me. Curses flew from his lips as he thrust, slamming into me so deep that the bite made me breathless. He stroked that sweet spot inside over and over, and it was only about a minute before I came hard on his cock, crying out.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he yelled with a grunt, then I felt him spasm and empty within me.

After catching his breath, he slowly pulled out. His cum leaked down my thigh, a bit landing on the floor.

I assumed the scene was over, and I smiled. “Thank you, Gavin.”

“We’re not done yet, sweet maid. Clean this mess up. The floors, the dresser. I want this bedroom spick-and-span.”

“Spick-and-span?” I pressed my lips together, holding back a giggle at his dorky choice of words. “You mean business!”

“I’m going to give you extra work if you’re smart with me.” He pointed a finger, then broke into laughter. “All right, my Dom card has been revoked now, hasn’t it?”

I giggled. “No. You’re wonderful, Sir. Still in full command. I’ll have this room cleaned in ajiffy.”

We both laughed so hard that I felt lifted and high.

As I looked deep into his beautiful green eyes, my heart sang.

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