Page 58 of Breaking the Sinner

“Does this feel good?” She dragged her tongue under the swollen ridge of the cockhead. When she looked up at him, his eyes were focused on her so intensely it made her shrink back.

Then suddenly his fingers tightened in her hair. She inhaled sharply. “I take that as a yes.”

“Your mouth feels amazing, Genny.” His voice sounded different now, almost like it came from someone else. Some other side of him. Prickles of arousal crept through her, her pussy clenching. She wanted to be good at this. More than that, she wanted to make Cobra feel good.

So she wrapped her lips around him again, taking the velvety length in her mouth deeper this time, then pulling back. She did this a few times until he groaned.Oh, God.He was bored. She pulled back again, looking up at him.

“Is it horrible?”

He expelled a curt laugh. “Nope. Give me your hand.”

She offered up her hand, and he wrapped it around the base of his dick. “While you suck me off, move your hand like this.” He applied pressure around her hand, a reassuring guide in these choppy waters.

She nodded. “I can do that.”

He grunted, something swirling in his eyes she’d never seen before. Something dangerous, forbidden. The type of look that told her to stay away, if she knew what was good for her. “Then I’m gonna come like a rocket.”

That seemed good. Very good.

Gen tried out the new maneuver.Suck, try not to gag, tight grip, up and down. It felt awkward, but she did it a few times.

“Careful with the teeth,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

“Sorry,” she mumbled from around his cock. She swallowed a surprise liquid. Was that her own saliva? She pulled back. The tip of Cobra’s dick was…leaking.

“Um,” she began, running her tongue over her bottom lip, “Is this supposed to happen?”

A chuckle. “Yes. It’s precum. Keep going.”

She dove back into her task, finding a rhythm combined with repeating the steps in her head. His dick seemed to grow harder inside her mouth. Was that even possible? She was slobbering on an iron rod. He cupped the back of her head with both hands, flexing his hips against her as she bobbed up and down.

This was getting serious. Soft grunts punctuated the bedroom air. Whatever she was doing, he liked it.

“Red,” he said with that same off-in-outer-space voice, “do you wanna spit or swallow?”

She furrowed her brow, the words clanking around strangely inside her head. She released him only so she could talk. “What do you—”

“When I come.” His face was flushed, a hard edge to his voice. Urgency.

She blinked, then realization spread through her, prickly hot and erotic. Thesemenpart. “Uh. Swallow?”

He grunted again, then his cock slid back inside her mouth. This time, he was rocking into her more forcefully, plunging himself deeper, reaching a part of her throat that had never been touched. She gripped his butt cheeks, keeping her mouth tight around the slick steel of his cock. His breath huffed as his thighs tensed; this was gettingreallyserious.

“Ohhh, Red.” His voice sounded like both a groan and a plea. “I’m coming.”

And then the tidal wave hit. Hot, sticky fluid, coated her mouth, slid down her throat before she could even decide to swallow. She gagged a little but took it all anyway, her brain on high alert as Cobra pumped round after round into her mouth. The noises she made as she attempted to keep up were primal. More like someone gurgling to death.

Cobra shuddered, fisting her hair and tilting her head back once the undammed waters had finished gushing. She coughed with the last bit of semen. Then swallowed.Done.

When she looked up, Cobra smiled as if he knew a secret.

“You didn’t tell me it would be like…that.” She swallowed another wave of salty-sweet backwash. Her eyes stung. She couldn’t decide if it was horrible or epic. Maybe both.

“Like what?” He tugged his briefs up, his cock still making an impressive bulge. His shorts followed next.

“Like the Hoover Dam broke open.”

He laughed, tugging on her hands. She giggled as he swept her up into his arms.

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