Page 106 of Branded Hearts

“Tell me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

She smiles nervously before starting to ramble. “Well, it’s just thatyou’re... huge, like really huge,” she says, her eyes widening. “And well, despite my tendency to ramble, my mouth is pretty small, and I don’t think it’ll all fit in it, and I have a gag reflex, so that might be a problem. I don’t know how—”

“Amelia,” I command softly, trying my absolute hardest to not grin like a fucking cheshire cat. “Take a deep breath.We’ll go nice and slow.”

“Okay, but I want it to feel good, so, you know, you can... come,” she says, nodding. I smirk at her.

“Anything you do to me, baby, will feel good.” She tries to hide her blush, but I see it.

“Give me your hand,” I instruct softly, my voice gentle yet firm. She grips me softly, and I inhale sharply at the first contact of her hand on me.

I wrap my hand around hers, guiding it up and down my shaft. She moves her hand with a perfect rhythm, the pressure just right, and it sends tingles down to my balls. I can’t help but let out a low groan, the sensation overwhelming.

“That’s it, Mills,” I murmur, my voice husky with pleasure. “Just like that.” Her confidence grows with each stroke, and she starts picking up the pace, her hand moving more freely.

The pleasure builds inside me, a delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“Now, take me into your mouth, and while you suck me off, pump the root with your fist. The key is to grip it firmly, but not too hard. Suck hard when you get to the top.” She nods, eager tocontinue, but I don’t want to force her.

“Amelia, we seriously don’t have to do this—ahh,” I hiss as she cuts me off by wrapping her warm mouth around me. She freezes momentarily, probably adjusting to my size in her mouth.

“Easy, baby. Go slow,” I murmur.

She’s hesitant at first, applying a soft pressure, and I have to grab her hand, pressing harder to show her how much to squeeze at the base. I’m not delicate. I don’t mind it being a little rough, but it’s her first time, so I lay off a bit. And for a first timer, she’s doing a fucking stellar job.

As I guide her, she grows more confident. “That’s it, now swirl your tongue around the tip,” I say, my voice strained with pleasure. “And suck harder when you get to the top and use your hand to pump the base.”

Her hand pumps the base of my shaft while her mouth works on the rest, her tongue swirling and teasing. The combination of her soft, warm mouth and her hand is driving me wild. I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair as she finds a rhythm. “You’re doing such a good job.”

Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and the sight of her, mouth full, open wide, is enough to bring me over the edge. She picks up the pace, her hand and mouth working in perfect harmony.

The pleasure builds inside me, intense and overwhelming, until I’m teetering on the edge.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock in that pretty little mouth.” She whimpers at my words, and I wonder if I’m being too direct, toovulgar. She hums on my cock in approval, and that’s all the validation I need.

“Amelia, I’m close,” I warn her, my voice husky. She doesn’t falter, continuing with the same determination and focus. “If you don’t want to swallow, pull off before. I’ll tell you when,” I say through clenched teeth, my jaw clenching at the euphoric sensation waving over me. She nods, with her mouth still full, while she pumps me again, applying suction at the tip. Finally, the tension snaps.

“I’m coming,” I pant, sliding my hand into her hair, gripping it tight to hold it out of the way, and she pulls back just in time, my spurts of cum hitting my stomach.

I let out a deep, guttural moan as the pleasure washes over me in powerful waves, shuddering through my climax. The release is overwhelming, and I close my eyes in a euphoric state. I can’t remember the last time my orgasm was that intense.

I also can’t decide if it’s because it’s been a while, and by a while, I mean a good month now, or if it’s because Amelia was the one to bring me to that state.

Something tells me it’s the latter.

It’s been about an hour since the mind-blowing orgasm Amelia gave me, and I’m still winding down from it. After I finished, Icleaned up, and I’d pulled her in for a kiss. She was so happy and shocked at her efforts; her face lit up when I praised her and covered her in more kisses.

Now, it’s starting to get a little late, and we’re under the blanket on her couch. The TV is playing on low, almost inaudible, withFriendsepisodes running on Netflix. It’s been playing quite often since I’ve been around here; it must be a comfort show for her, and I love that. It’s so fitting for her. She sighs contentedly, and I smile, more to myself. Despite all the stresses from work, I also feel content. Content being here, in her presence, in her safe space, just with her.

After a moment, she announces, “So, I received some good news the other day.”

“Oh, yeah? What news?” I ask, curious.

“I’ve been invited to go to a gallery in Sydney to show some of my works.” She sits up, her excitement palpable.

I can’t help but smile wider. “That’s amazing, Mills. I’m so proud of you,” I tease, raising an eyebrow. “Though I still haven’t seen thesesaidartworks.”

She laughs, a sound that feels like sunshine. “Soon. I promise.”

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