Page 11 of Breaking You Open

“So you’re used to sucking guys’ dicks for favors?”

“No, I’m not!” I protest. I’ve only ever sucked one guy’s dick before, and he rarely did me any favors. I glare down into my lap, embarrassed by how bad this is going. Anytime I tried to seduce Aaron, he was always up for it. I haven’t tried it with anyone else, and clearly my efforts are more pathetic and unskilled than I thought.

Louis’s hand reaches to my chin, two knuckles tilting my face up. The callused edge of his thumb brushes over my lower lip.

“I guess you can try,” he says, amber eyes glittering. “If you want it so badly.”

Relief courses through me, and I smile up at him. “Yeah, I want to. Want to make you feel good. You make me feel…”

“I make you feel how, boy?”

“Safe,” I whisper, a flush heating my cheeks.

“I do?” Louis says, puzzled.

With how huge and intimidating he looks at first glance, he’s probably not used to making people feel safe, but to me, he’s perfect. So big and protective. I imagine his huge arms wrapping around me—imagine myself disappearing in the warm sea of his body as he’d hold me tight and protect me from danger.

I blush at my silly thoughts. Of course Louis wouldn’t want to do that for me. The focus now is on his pleasure. I’m going to make him feel good, to thank him for taking care of me.

He slides his hand into my hair and tugs, playfully tipping my head backward. “Have you ever sucked a cock before, little Sparrow?”

“Yes,” I hiss, the base of my scalp stinging with pain and anticipation as the grip tightens. “I have.”

“Well, then. Go on.” Louis nods between his legs, and I scramble to get down to the floor and kneel between his massive thighs.

I don’t have the skill nor the confidence to make this into some kind of show, so instead, I simply pop the buttons of his jeans open one by one, unveiling more and more of his hairy crotch. As I tug at the fabric, Louis lifts his ass to allow me to slide his jeans down his thighs, but he makes no move to tug down his boxers.

Okay, he’s going to make me do all the work. I try to convince myself I’m fine with it, though I’m getting more nervous by the second.

I palm his crotch, feeling the heat of him. His cock isn’t even half-hard yet, but I can already tell it’s far bigger than Aaron’s. I tilt my face and press my nose to the fabric, and Louis inhales a sharp breath. I do too, inhaling the manly scent of musk, and his cock twitches against my cheek as I press my face harder against him. Bet he didn’t expect that.

I tug his boxers down, and his cock jumps free, slapping my chin. I pull back, both curious and a little scared to see what I’m working with. The hem of his boxers presses against his balls, and…Wow. My eyes must be bulging out of my head at the sight of it, and Louis chuckles darkly at my reaction.

Aaron wasn’t nearly this big, and I had enough trouble takinghimall the way down my throat. He used to berate me for it—mock me for how bad I was at sucking cock.Deeper, come on. No, not like that, ow! Fucking teeth. You’re so fucking useless.

I flick my gaze back up at Louis.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks, a smug tilt to his lips. “You said you’ve done this before.”

I have. But I haven’t had anything nearly this big in my mouth. How is it even going to fit? I’m regretting my decision a little bit now. Aaron used to mock me for my small mouth…What if I’m going to be the worst blow job Louis has ever had? I can’t let that happen.

I lap a testing stroke of my tongue at the slit. Above, Louis inhales a sharp breath again, and his hand lands at the top of my scalp, twisting into my hair. Is he trembling? With renewed confidence, I lap at a pearl of precum beading at the tip and take the fat head between my lips, getting used to the taste and feel of it on my tongue.

“Yeah, that’s it…” Louis groans. “Good boy.”

Arousal surges through my body, and suddenly I’m rock-hard and craving the relief of friction against my cock. I whine and shift to sit with my knees clasped around Louis’s left leg, pressing my groin into his calf.

Good boy.Yeah, I want to be good. I want to be so good for him.

I suckle the head some more and bring my hand around the shaft, gasping as it twitches in my fist.

“Go on,” Louis says, hand tightening in my hair. “You can take it deeper now.”

I make a muffled sound around his cock as I try to force the head further inside. The cavity of my mouth fills up with the heavy weight of him, my jaws hinging wide with the stretch, my lips pressing tight against his silky-smooth skin.

“That’s it,” Louis says. “Go slow. Don’t want you to choke just yet.”

I put my hands on my folded legs and try to relax, and at the same time, I try to make sure my teeth don’t brush his shaft as he slides his cock further than it has been before, further than I ever thought it could go. The head presses at the back of my throat, and suddenly I feel like I’m going to be sick. I choke and pull back, a string of spit connecting my lips to the head.

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