Page 24 of Sorrow

“Wrap your lips around it and suck it how you think I’ll like it. Show me what you got.”

My hips thrust up to chase her down, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what it would look like when this girl slides me into her mouth. Seeing her cheeks hollow out and her eyes flutter sends a wicked bolt of desire through me, and when she sucks? It’s every sick fucking fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.

Eager to please, she tries to take too much at once and chokes when my piercing reaches the back of her tongue.

Watching her sputter around my dick feels almost as good as it does when she’s sucking. She needs to be ruined just like I am. “That was good,” I praise, reaching out to press on her forehead right between her eyes. “This will help with the choking. Take a deep breath and try again.”

As startled as she looks by the gesture, she trusts me enough to sink lower. She’s justnot opening her throat. Reaching down with my other hand, I grip her neck lightly and tell her to relax it for me.

She tries, she does, but she still has to pull off to catch her breath twice before she finally figures it out.

It feels almost too good when she succeeds.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. “Just like that. Throat is so tight, Samara. Look at you sucking your first cock like you were always meant to be on your knees. I’m not going to guide you with words for a little bit, I want you to pay attention to my body language.”

Slowly, I roll into her to urge her to keep going. She’s not the most naturally gifted, but she’ssmart —keeping her eyes on my face, adjusting when I tense up or don’t seem as into it, and she knows without being told that if you find something that works, you don’t fucking stop.

This girl has me so close to the edge I have to pull her off by her hair just to catch my breath. “What?” she gasps, face covered in saliva. “I wasn’t done.”

Fucking little Hurricane.

Fighting against my hold, she gets me halfway into her throat in one movement.It’s as far as she can go without help, but now, I don’t care if she likes oxygen or not.

Time to see what she’s really made of.

I place one of her hands on my knee as a reminder and brace both of mine on the back of her head, then rock deeper than she’s been able to comfortably take me this entire time. “Now you’re gonna take it, girl. You’re gonna take every drop of your big brother’s best friend’s cum. Fuck, all the times I imagined fucking your little throat.”

I definitely didn’t mean to admit that, but the way she bucks like she’s trying to get off me feels so good. She’s still not tapping, so I don’t consider stopping until she has tears streaming down her cheeks.

Even then, with the way she’s gagging, choking, and struggling, I find it difficult to pull myself away. But one thought has me tugging her off and allowing her to have air. “Say my name.”

I need to hear it.

I need to hear it right now with her voice wrecked and breathless all because of me, and I need her to know exactly who’s making her fall apart.

Me.

“What?” she gasps out, tits catching the saliva dripping down her chin. God, she looks good when she’s a mess for me.

It’s intoxicating.

“I don’t ever want you to forget who you’re pleasing, or who’s making you feel like this. Say my name.”

“Hayes,” she whispers, almost reverent. “I know who you are, and I know what you’re taking from me. I won’t forget.”

Taking? Or what she’s giving? It’s hard to remember at this point. I stick my fingers into her mouth and tug down on her jaw, then lean in to spit straight into her mouth. “Use it.”

Pushing her back down, I groan as the head of my cock sinks into her throat again where it belongs. It’s so fucking wet, so hot and tight that the first time she gags, I lose it.

My fingers tangle in her hair as I start fucking up into her throat like this isn’t her first time. She’s right, I absolutely am taking. “Fuck.” My cock throbs. “Gonna come. Don’t fucking pull off.”

Her nails draw blood on my thigh as she squirms, but she doesn’t tap. She wants to, her chest is heaving and she’s choking so hard I don’t know how she can stand it, but she holds on for me.

For me. Not Nate fucking Jackson or some other asshole. Forme.

I blow almost immediately. Every pulse of my cock makes her moan, and the vibrations have me flooding her mouth, throat and lungs with so much cum I’m sure she’s about to drown.

It would serve her right for making me want her like this.

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