Page 127 of Play Pretend

I grinned as I rested my tongue against his shaft, a deep, guttural sound ripping from his throat. Slowly, I dragged my tongue along his length, reveling in the salty taste of him. It was addictive—his sounds, his taste.

My lips wrapped around him, and I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. His body trembled, his fingers digging into my back as I slid off, hollowing my cheeks. I did it again, my hand gripping his thick base.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Your hot little mouth—fuck. You feel good.” His hand dragged up my back, and his fingers tangled in my hair. Gently, but still firm enough for me to know that he was in control, he tightened his grip. “Do you like sucking my cock, baby? You like choking on it out in the open? In the car where anyone can see you?”

My pussy tightened at the thought of being in public—again. I liked it. I didn’t know this about myself, that I’d get so turned on at the risk of being caught in this position, but after yesterday with the tree, I couldn’t go back. I couldn’t close this door.

He angled my head the way he wanted and lifted his hips. I gagged again, and he groaned at the sound before pulling back. I wanted him to keep going, though. I wanted to feel him in my throat, stretching and filling me completely.

I pulled off, saliva dripping down my chin as I panted. “Fuck my throat,” I rasped. “Don’t hold back.”

Without another word, I dropped my mouth back onto his cock, swallowing as much as I could. He gathered my hair in both his hands, using it for leverage as he lifted his hips again.

My head went down at the same time, and he grunted out a breath. I gagged again, but this time, he didn’t pull back. Instead, he held me there, letting me breathe through it, and then I pushed myself down more.

The tip of his cock slipped into my throat, and his fingers tightened in my hair. God, I loved this so much—letting him use me for his own pleasure. I loved knowing I could make him feel good, that my body made him feel good.

I snaked my hand between my legs, finding my pussy even wetter than before. I dragged my fingers over my swollen clit as he fucked into my mouth, grunting and groaning with every sound I made.

“That’s it, my baby,” he gritted out. “Make yourself come while you choke on me.”

I pushed my head down again, feeling more of his cock slide into my throat. My arm trembled with the effort to keep myself upright.

“I’m close.” His voice was clipped, nearly choking every word out. “Where do you want it?”

“Mouth,” I mumbled around him before taking even more of his length. I still had a few inches before my lips pressed against his base, and I was nothing if not persistent. Even if I couldn’t take all of him tonight, I would one day.

He moved my head faster, his hips moving in tandem, as he fucked my mouth without abandon. Drool spilled from my lips, soaking into the front of his jeans, and my fingers moved faster over my clit.

My orgasm started low in my belly, tightening and warming me. And then I tasted the first drop of cum, and it ripped through me. My body went taught, my thighs trembling as I came. And then he pushed my head down, holding me still as he groaned.

“Fuck, Willow. Willow. Baby.Fuck.” He was whimpering, almost whining, as I swallowed everything he gave me. I knew he was oversensitive, but I kept suckling on the tip of his cock, wanting every drop. But more than that, I liked having his cock in my mouth. I liked the odd comfort it brought me, the pleasure it brought him.

“Okay,” he breathed, gently tugging on my hair. “I can’t anymore. It’s—it’s too much.”

Reluctantly, I slid off. I grinned down at him, at his wide eyes and slack-jawed expression. His hand was still in my hair, and he pulled me forward, pressing his lips against mine.

I froze—no man had ever kissed me after a blowjob, and it did stupid things to my heart. And when his tongue slid into my mouth, I nearly died. He wastastinghimself, and he didn’t care. He wasn’t disgusted at the thought—he just wanted to kiss me, and he didn’t care that I’d had his cock in my mouth. That I’d swallowed his cum.

He kissed the air from my lungs, just like he always did, and when I pulled away, my mind was hazy. We stared at each other, our breathing ragged. The cool air from the still-open window caused goosebumps to ripple over my skin. A shiver worked through my body, and he moved his hand to cup my cheek.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking his thumb along my skin. I smiled softly, melting for him—falling more in love with him.

He tucked himself away and helped me from the truck. We showered together, and his touch was gentle, never lingering on any place of my body as he washed the day from me. And then we went to bed, falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Safe. Warm.

Loved.

ronan

MOM:

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Look how cute you two are!!

In the photo, Willow’s head rested on my shoulder, and my arm stretched out across the back of her chair as I leaned toward her. We were smiling, big and broad andhappy.

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