Page 69 of Mitch

A salacious smile curved on my lips.

God, I loved this man.

“Please, what?” I taunted as I settled one hand underneath his ass cheek, digging my fingernails in as I pulled my attention away from his cock for a moment to watch the look on his face. His dilated pupils met my gaze, and in his eyes I could see the need, the trust.

“Please make me come,” he voiced his words with boldness, with confidence this time, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I would give this man anything he asked for.

“You are so pretty when you beg,” I praised.

Penn whimpered in defeat, his chest heaving with breath.

“Fucking hell.” His head fell back. “You are killing me...”

“How could I tell you no?” I murmured, and I took his cock in my mouth, lavishing his thickness with my tongue as I squeezed his ass.

“Oh my God... Mitch... I—” Penn’s legs squeezed the sides of my face as his voice strained.

He was so close.

So fucking close.

“God, I fucking love you,” I murmured the words without thinking.

Fuck!

“Wh... what?” he asked, nearly breathless.

It wasn’t untrue, I did love him, but the last thing I wanted to do was push him away with such an admittance. Nothingkilledthe mood quite like an unrequited admission of love in my experience.

So instead, I did the only thing I could think of to distract us both from said admission.

I took Penn into the back of my throat, groaning my appreciation around his cock, my tongue sliding over his thick veins, and brought him the release he begged for. The pleasure he more than deserved.

“Oh my God,” he mewled, thrusting his cock in my mouth as he emptied himself, hot and creamy, down my throat.

When his body went limp, I let go, and reality blanketed us once more. I settled back on my heels as I watched his chest heave with his breaths, watched his pupils slowly return to normal.

Ecstasy had been replaced withanxiety as his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked me over.

I’d fucked up.

Shit.

“Mitch...” he breathed through labored breaths.

I grabbed my pants, pulling them back up around my legs as I stood, collecting the shards of myself I’d just laid bare for Penn to see.

Fuck.

I need to get out of here before disaster hits.

Before I break apart at the seams.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I zipped my zipper, buttoning my pants. “I should go...”

Penn stood, dressing himself. There was only a modicum of space between us, but it felt like a canyon.

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