Page 40 of Obey

My knees ache from where they’re pressed into the cheap, scratchy hotel carpet.

My back hurts from arching myself into Jagger.

My throat hurts from his giant penis being wedged up in there.

My jaw throbs from holding it open for so long.

My eyes burn from the constant refilling of tears before they spill down my face.

But, I think he’s close. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open, the muscles in his thighs as I wrap my hands around them to pull him even deeper down my throat are tight and poised for release.

I have no idea what I’m doing. But I must be doing something right because his hips keep bucking and jerking, his breath is quickening, and instead of stroking my hair, his fingers have wrapped strands around them, and he’s holding on for dear life.

Despite the pain radiating through me, there’s a deep sense of satisfaction. What started as a seedling of curiosity is now straight up raw determination. I need this man to finish. I need the validation someone as inexperienced as I am can make aguy like this, someone as breath-taking and practiced as Jagger, climax.

He hums again. Even if I heard that sound every day for the rest of my life I wouldn’t tire of it. There’s something about the frequency of the sound that nestles deep in my bones. His contentment, his approval is warm, welcoming, and steadfast. The way he strokes my face and hair, the way he enunciates his praise even through his grunts and moans, the way he stares down at me like I hung the freakin’ moon.

This is what I need. I need to find someone like Jagger. Someone who looks at me and talks to me the way this man does. I’ve known him a couple days and already he’s made me feel like a queen. Already he’s made me realize how taken for granted I’ve been for the entirety of my relationship with Harry.

“Half-Pint.” His breath hisses out on a slow release. “Close.”

The fact Mr. Grumpasaurus can’t form coherent sentences fills my every cell with glee. So I suck harder, push deeper. There’s probably a pool of drool on the floor under me but in this moment I don’t care about the mess, just about making this man come undone in my mouth.

“Feels so good.” His voice is raw, gravelly, strained.

I don’t give him the chance to say another word, I’m making him cross the finish line whether he’s ready or not.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” It’s a low moan, a grunt as he cups my head, spraying cum on my tongue.

I should have thought this through better. I don’t like to swallow. But what if that makes him angry?

It takes him what feels like ten minutes to recover enough to catch his breath. He drops onto his knees in front of me. “That was amazing, Half-Pint. Such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you?” The warmth of his palm as he cradles my face makes my eyes close.

He plants a firm kiss on my forehead before he rocks back enough to take me in. “You haven’t swallowed?”

I shake my head, my eyes dropping to his chest. Maybe if I pretend to be staring at all his intricate tattoos I won’t see the disappointment stirring in his eyes.

He hooks a knuckle under my chin, tipping my head so I have no choice but to face him square in the eye.

“Don’t like to swallow?”

Another head shake.

The disappointment I’ve prepared myself to see on his face, doesn’t come. Instead, he flips himself onto his back, somehow avoiding the wet patch on the ground, and opens his mouth. “Give it to me.”

Wh-what? He can’t possibly be serious, can he?

“Give it to me, Half-Pint. I’ll get rid of it for you.” His face softens. “I’ll never make you do anything you’re not comfortable doing. Give. It. To. Me.”

Leaning over, I drop the mouthful of cum into his open mouth. After licking my lips, I whisper “thank you,” but he’s already on his feet and heading into the bathroom. I’m frozen in place. Did he really take his cum out of my mouth?

When I look up again, he’s leaning on the doorframe on his forearm with a lazy smirk on his face. “Guess you had your first snowball.”

I don’t know what that means, but I nod anyway.

“When your partner comes in your mouth, and you spit it back into their mouth.”

Oh! I definitely did that.

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