Page 145 of By His Play

I want him to grab the back of my head and push his cock into my mouth exactly as he likes it.

A moan spills from my lips when his fingers thread into my hair, holding tightly and sending a shot of pain down my neck.

“Good girl,” he groans, pushing all the way to the back of my throat.

Unlike the first time he did it, I don’t gag.

It might have only been a few days, but that’s all it’s taken for me to relax and let him in. For me to take him just how he likes.

I can only imagine how well I’d be able to please him if we had another week…another month…a lifetime.

Closing my eyes, I curse myself for that thought.

Kieran and I might be a lot of things, especially after this weekend, but we’re not endgame.

For a moment, I let myself grieve that thought.

Well, he only allows me a moment, because not a second later does the toy in my pussy begin vibrating again.

I release him as I cry out, but he’s not having any of it, and he holds me in place as my eyes fly open.

“Eyes on me always,” he rasps as he holds his cock as deep as I can take it.

My eyes sting, and my lungs burn.

“Breathe through your nose,” he encourages.

I do the best I can, but shit…he’s big.

When he finally pulls back, I suck in a deep breath of air, filling my lungs, knowing that he’s going to dive straight back in.

And he does.

He uses me, fucking my face exactly as he likes, and I am fucking here for it.

The toy buzzes inside me while teasing my clit, bringing my lost release to the forefront again.

“Gonna come down your throat,” he rasps in warning—not that I need it.

I know his tells and I am ready for it.

His dick swells even bigger, stretching my lips wider and filling my mouth to the max before he groans out his release.

His cum slides down my throat, and the buzzing stops, suddenly halting my own release.

“You’re not coming on a toy, Luck,” he states. “It’ll either be on my tongue or my dick.”

Oh fuck.

I sag against his thigh, exhausted despite the fact I haven’t found my release yet.

No sooner has he slipped from my mouth then he stands, lifting me with him.

“On the bed. Arms up and legs spread.”

I glance at the four-poster bed and see something I missed earlier.

There are ties on each corner.

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