Page 86 of Fear of Falling

I could make out his morning wood under the sheet that did little to hide the sheer size of him. Last night, Wyatt made it all about me—which I wasn’t complaining about, but I wanted my turn.

Keeping my eyes on his face, I peeled the sheet away, revealing every inch of him. Instantly, my thighs clenched, turned on at the sight before me.

I need to know how he tastes, and I need to know now.

I tentatively reached out and trailed my fingers along the length of his cock. He was so hard, and I wondered if it hurt. As I wrapped my fist around him, giving him a little stroke, I felt him twitch in my hand.

I wasn’t sure if he was pretending to be asleep or not as I stroked the length of his cock. Taking my time, I focused on the feel of him in my hand. I peeked up at him briefly before moving down onto my elbows and taking the tip of him into my mouth.

I’d always believed that if a man was willing to go down on me, then I should do the same in return. There is a sort of power in making a man moan when you have him in your mouth, and I planned to make sure Wyatt felt the same way he’d made me feel as he ate my pussy.

Within seconds, Wyatt woke up, groaning softly as he reached his hand down and rested it on my head. “Fuck.” he moaned.

I glanced up at him with his cock in my mouth—he looked at me with sleepy eyes, beyond adorable.

“Morning.” I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked down the length, grinning to myself as his body shuddered beneath me.

“Very good morning,” he said, voice raspy from sleep.

With growing confidence, I trailed my tongue over his tip while squeezing the base of him. The way he pulsed in my hand turned me on like nothing else. I could feel myself already dripping.

Working my way back up, I tongued the slit of his cock. Wyatt moaned deeply, and I watched as Wyatt closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His fingers threaded through my hair gripping the strands.

“You look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”

The words sent an electric tremor through my pussy.

Who knew I loved praise so much?

Encouraged, I dipped my head, taking more of his cock into my mouth, my lips stretching around him as I tongued the underside. As he twitched and pulsed in my mouth, I groaned against him. Closing my eyes, I bobbed my head up and down, taking more and more of his cock until the tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged, pulling up as the drool hung off his cock and my mouth. Wyatt opened his eyes, taking in the scene before hefocused on my face. He tightened his grip on my head, a silent command. One I eagerly obeyed.

Teasingly, I took a few shallow sucks of his cock before taking him as far back into my throat as I could, fighting against the urge to gag. I held onto his thighs, trying my best to breathe through my nose.

Wyatt held my head down for another second before releasing me. I panted, tears running down my face. Yet, the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the sexiest woman on the planet.

“Such a good girl.”

Another phrase I didn’t know I loved until Wyatt.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, gripping my hair in his fist.

Opening wide, I let him push me down on his cock. Wyatt bobbed my head up and down, each pass down taking more and more.

“You can do it. Breathe through your nose.”

If I thought I was turned on before, that was nothing compared to right now. I could feel myself dripping, my hips wiggling in the air wanting something to ease the ache between my legs.

With his cock down my throat Wyatt held me there for almost a minute before releasing me again. I only got a second to inhale deeply before he was back in my mouth. The way he used me was one of the hottest, dirtiest, things I’d ever experienced. I was loving every second.

Wyatt’s hips bucked, forcing more of his cock into my mouth, his moans filling my ears. Knowing he was close; I doubled my efforts.

“If you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, you’d better stop right now,” Wyatt spoke through clenched teeth.

I didn’t say a word, or rather, I couldn’t with a mouth full of cock, and instead took him another inch deeper. I needed his cum more than I needed air.

The closer he got the more erratic his thrusts got. I stayed exactly where I was, letting him use my mouth. Drool hung off my chin, eyes watering, but I never felt more powerful.

Closing my eyes I focused on not gagging.

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