Page 12 of Breaking You Open

“Yeah, that’s hot,” Louis mumbles. “Look at me, boy.”

I gaze up at him with tearstained lashes. My chin is wet with spit as I gape even wider, sticking my tongue out and flattening it along the underside of his dick.

“Yeahhh, there you go,” Louis groans. “You know a thing or two about sucking cock after all.”

The praise goes straight to my own cock, and I can’t help myself from humping his leg like a dog. I feel ready to burst at any moment.

“Think you can take a little more?” Louis asks, and I nod. He grips my hair and guides my head deeper, and deeper, and deeper. His crown hits the back of my throat, and as it tries to push even further, my eyes shoot wide open.

Oh god. Oh wait, it’s too…

I pat desperately at his legs, and he pulls back.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “That was a little too far for you. Try to keep that mouth open wide, okay? You’re scraping me with your teeth.”

He tells me the same things Aaron used to tell me, but with a patient tone—none of Aaron’s sneers and derisions.

“Let’s try again,” Louis says, breathing heavily. He grips my head and guides me further and further down his shaft. I gag at the feeling but try hard not to push off. I want to be good for him, and I will, I’ll be so good…

“There you go,” Louis says, and a deep groan rumbles from his chest. I look up at him, and his face is slack with pleasure.

I groan around the head of his dick, sending vibrations down his shaft. I know this feels good. Aaron did it to me a few times but only when I was so needy and anxious that I didn’t know what to do with myself, and he needed to get me to calm down or else I’d explode with all the words that needed to get out of my head and all the feelings that threatened to rip my chest wide open.

He knew the deepest, darkest parts of me. He sniffed out my need to be dominated. He knew I needed attention, and he attended me.

But he was a bad man, I tell myself for the hundredth time.He deserves what you did to him.He deserves that you left him without a word.

Louis guides me off his cock. Cupping my jaw, he urges me to look up at him. “That’s all you can take?”

Oh no. He’s sick of my pathetic attempts at sucking his cock. He can’t come like this; there’s no use, no use at all…He has no use for me…

“It’s okay.” He grips his shaft with his other hand and starts jerking himself. “Just suck on the tip like that, and I’ll come in your mouth.”

I suck the head eagerly between my lips, trying to clamp my lips around him as tight as I can while I press my tongue to the underside. Louis jerks himself with quick, determined movements, and I look up at him with tearstained lashes, so eager to get what he’s offering me.

“You ready?” Louis grunts.

Yeah, I’m ready. God, yes, give it to me…

His cock jerks, and the feeling of his warm cum spurting down my throat is enough for my own release to rush up my spine and wet my boxers. I groan, eyes falling closed with the sensation of him filling me completely. I try to swallow it all, but there’s so much of it. Louis keeps milking himself into my mouth, and I gulp it down as best I can, but some overflows and seeps past the corners of my lips.

After what feels like minutes, Louis pulls me carefully off his cock, and I lick my lips desperately to get any spilled drops of cum into my mouth. With his hand in my hair, I rest between his legs, completely sated—his seed in my mouth, his hairy thigh tickling my cheek, and his musky scent in my nose…

“You liked that?” he asks, and the hand in my hair tightens.

I nod weakly. All I get out is a low whine. The cum coating my underwear is going to go stiff and yucky soon, but I couldn’t care less. All I care about is Louis’s hand in my hair and his warm, hairy thigh against my cheek. I slump heavier against him, and he twines my locks out of my face, fingertips rubbing my scalp.

“Good boy,” he mumbles. “Such a good boy. You needed this.”

Yeah, I needed it. I needed it so bad. I lap up the praise like a starved man, and sounds I have no control over slip from my still-open mouth. I don’t know if I’m drooling or if the remnants of Louis’s cum are trickling from the corner of my lips.

This is what I want. Oh, this is what I’ve craved for so long…I’ve wanted a man like Louis to shove his cock inside me and then lovingly stroke my cheek and praise me for how good I am. Aaron never praised me; all he did was mock me. Louis isn’t like Aaron, not at all. I know that now. But I don’t want this to be just a one-off; I know Louis is the one, I just know it…

The doorbell rings, loud and piercing. I jolt out of my pleasantly dazed state and launch straight into panic mode.

“Who…” I have time to speak no further before Louis pushes me off his lap. I fall backward onto the carpet and barely catch myself with my palms.

“Louis!” There’s a rattle of knocks on the door. “Open up.”

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