Page 101 of Fierce-Hyde

He knew she was already insecure about her actions being bolder with him and he wanted her to just do what she felt she wanted.

So yeah, not stopping her if she wanted this.

His pants were undone and parted before he could stop her, his dick all but yanked out, and she attacked it as if that was the meal she’d wanted all night.

“Jesus, Tori. Slow down.”

Her teeth grazed the full length of him from base to tip and his eyes crossed. There was a touch of pain in there to bring him some pleasure too.

She shook her head no.

She stopped with her teeth, but then her tongue came out to lick the length of him.

When her fist wrapped around him and pumped up and down and she sucked on his tip alone, he knew he’d be done in seconds.

He tried to step back, but she followed as if glued to him, laughing and vibrating around his cock.

Good lord.

Who was this woman?

“You might get more than you bargained for if you keep it up,” he said, his teeth clenched. “Just warning you.”

“If you don’t mind a mess on your floor, I’d like to try it.”

He was almost touched by that.

If he could feel anything more than hot sexual sensations all over his body that the woman he loved was going down on him while they were both fully dressed.

What guy didn’t fantasize about this?

“Do what you want,” he grunted out.

She hadn’t waited for his answer before she went back to work.

He shut his eyes because the sight of what she was doing was only magnifying what he was feeling.

When his legs shook, he wished he wasn’t in the center of his room and could find something to brace against. That thought only mortified him.

But it was the last thought he had before she was going deep and then sucking at the same time.

He started to come and hit her in the back of the throat. She tried to prepare herself, but it obviously wasn’t enough.

She pushed back and sat on the floor coughing and then let out a few dry heaves.

He wasn’t even turned off by it, nor did it stop how wonderful his orgasm was.

Was there a mess on the floor? Yep. He didn’t care.

He adjusted his pants and moved over to sit on the floor next to her.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so,” she said. “Thought I could do it but guess I couldn’t.”

“Have you ever tried before?” he asked.

“Not like that,” she said. “It’s not something I did often. Not that I mind doing it up to a point, but I normally just stopped when the person was getting close.”

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