Page 37 of Unbroken Promises

“Open your eyes, Danica.” At the tightness of his tone, the firmness of his command, I open my eyes, gazing up at him.

“That’s it baby. There’s my good girl. It’s just you and me here. Don’t think about him. He doesn’t deserve a fucking space in your head, and he will never touch your body again.”

Theo moves now, sliding out slightly before pushing himself in deeper, slowly, allowing me to adjust. “Keep your fucking eyes on me.”

He slides out again, this time all the way to the tip, before sliding back in with a groan. “Mmm, that’s it baby. Look how good you take me. Such a good fucking girl. Yes. Just like that.”

Theo sets a slow rhythm, giving me time to adjust to his size, carefully sliding in and out, not allowing himself to hit the back of my throat and cause a panic.

“That fucker never showed you how good it can be, did he, my sweet songbird?” My eyes don’t leave his, and I know he can see the question in my gaze even as I struggle to find my own rhythm.

Oral had never been about “giving” head with Bradley. There was never any giving, just him brutally taking over and over again until he was satisfied and I was left aching and alone, shame filling me and new bald spots still tender from where he would rip out fistfuls of strands in his attempt to maintain control over my body. No, I had never known to be giving head “good” or pleasurable. I had never known anything but pain until Theo.

I shake my head slightly as he is pulling back, and he slips out with a pop. I move to take him in my mouth again, wanting to bring him pleasure, to show him how good he makes me feel. Frowning slightly down at me, he shakes his head, taking a small step back out of my reach. Now I frown in return. “I- I don’t understand. Was I doing something wrong?”

Arching one brow, he shoots me a cocky grin. “No baby, you are so fucking perfect you are making me lose my goddamn mind. If you aren’t careful, I’m gonna come, but my momma raised me to be a gentleman. And a gentleman never comes before his lady. So,” He steps close to me again, cock straining painfully as it bobs in front of my face. I go to reach for him, but he takes my hand in his own, stopping me. “I’m going to need you to touch yourself now, Danica.”

My brows furrow in confusion. “I-I don’t-I’ve never-” Words stumble out of me in a jumbled stammer. I’ve never touched myself before, never had a desire to do so. Not when another’s touch had always left me feeling so dirty and broken.

Eyes widening slightly in shock, it’s his turn now to be surprised and I hear the soft oath as he swears underneath his breath. “You’ve never pleasured yourself?”

I shake my head softly, unsure of why I feel so embarrassed in this moment.

“I’ve got you, Danica. Just do as I say.”

Okay, I can do that. I can follow directions. I nod in affirmation.

“Good girl. Close your eyes. Now, I want you to use your right hand, slowly slide it down your body. Take your time, I want you feeling every inch of your glorious body. Feel the toned muscles that I fucking admire from every hour you have spent dedicated to honing your gymnastics skills until it has become second nature to your body.”

Hesitantly, I follow his instructions. Eyes closed, I slowly trail my hand over my torso, feeling the firm muscles of my abdomen under the soft padding of skin.

“Mmm. That’s it, just like that. Now take that hand and slide it over your sweet pussy. Take your time, get familiar with that feeling. Good girl. . . now, I want you to part your sweet pussy lips, dip your fingers in and feel yourself.”

My fingers follow along as I listen to his guidance.

“Good. Feel how wet you are for me, beautiful.” I do.

“Now, tell me how wet you are.”

My eyes still closed, I feel the wetness dripping over my fingers, coating my hand. “I- I’m soaking.”

He groans at my words, and from his close proximity I can feel the sound as it rumbles through his body.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Now, take some of that sweet cum and rub it up to your clit. Start slow, gentle circles. Good. Now open your eyes. Look at me, Danica.”

My eyes pop open and I see that he has fisted himself, hand running over his cock as he pumps firmly in time with my own ministrations.

“Good girl. Now open up, la mia diavoletta. Take me in. I know you can takeallof me.”

I open wide and my eyes start to drift closed, but he grabs my chin firmly, “Don’t close your eyes. You keep those emerald greens open and watch what you do to me. Watch how hard you make me. Watch as you drive me wild, make me lose control.”

He is pumping himself harder now, and pushes his tip back into my mouth. “That’s it, just like that baby. Now open wide. And don’t stop rubbing yourself.”

A soft moan escapes my lips as I open wider, and I feel the slickness sliding down my legs. Rubbing in furious circles, I take all of him in, reaching my free hand up to grab his and gently place it on my head. I trust him not to pull my hair, not to push me further than I am willing to go, and I lean into his hand as he threads his fingers firmly into my hair. Not pulling, just simply holding on for dear life as he fights not to lose control.

Shifting slightly, I leverage my heel as I press it against my dripping pussy and the pressure is just right, pushing me over the edge. Suddenly, I find that I no longer care, too lost in the heat of the moment, in the feel and taste of him. My free hand grabs on to his wrist as he grips my hair and I open as wide as I can go, flicking and swirling my tongue, saliva dripping out the side of my mouth as I press forward and push him all the way to the back of my throat and I gag. Tears form in my eyes, but I refuse to blink, refuse to remove my gaze as his eyes roll back in ecstasy as he loses himself to the pleasure of the moment.

“Fuck! Danni! Jesus, baby I’m gonna come. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop now. Agh!”

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