Page 12 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

I do as he asks, looking through watery lashes at him.

“That’s enough for tonight.”

I shake my head. “I want to be good for you.”

He straightens back up as he considers me. “What do you want, Lucia?”

“I want to feel something.” Inside these walls, I could be perfect for him, but I know outside we’re so wrong.

“I know you do, baby girl, but I’ll be the one pleasing you. Not the other way around.”

My pussy clenches at his term of endearment.

And now I want to do this for him. I want to be the one who can please him. The one who gives something back.

I know Mr. Bridge is used to being in control. Maybe that’s where I can differ from the rest. “Please, Mr. Bridge.”

“Ronan,” he grunts as he takes his massive cock in his hand and strokes his palm along the length, while still considering if I can take him in my mouth or if he should let me go home now.

“Open for me,” he says. I keep the smile off my face as I obey. “And relax.”

And when he presses the crown against my mouth, sliding the pre-cum over my bottom lip, I probe my tongue, licking the stickiness away.

I hum against him as he feeds me the head—slowly—another inch and I reach up to hold it.

“Lucia—” He chastises. “Do you want me to spank you?”

Do I?

I’m not entirely convinced I do or don’t, so I open my mouth wider as he feeds me another inch of him.

“Fuck!” he curses under a shallow breath. It’s a rare thing to hear him swear. Maybe this is when he can’t help himself.

Still holding his cock with one hand, he reaches the other to my cheek and strokes his thumb over. His eyes never leave mine as he whispers, “You really are beautiful.”

I’ve never been called beautiful so many times in my life as I have in one night by him. My sister, Nadia is the beautiful one. Me, I’m supposed to be the clever one. The one who would never agree to what I did today.

The one who’d never agree to suck this older man’s cock. But I am. And I don’t hate it.

He pulls out. I exhale, and he presses forward again.

I know what he’s doing. Getting me used to his girth.And his length. My hands land on his muscular thighs, holding me up.

“Eyes on me, Lucia.”

His eyes roam from mine to my mouth as I fuck his heavy cock with my mouth. My tongue slides over the thick underside, tasting him as his hand reaches for my hair and he guides me to the speed he wants.

“That’s perfect. You’re doing so well.”

My jaw is sore, yet my pussy ignores it as I spasm at his praise.

His strokes quicken. He goes deeper. Rougher almost as the crown of his cock hits the back of my throat.

I gag.

He pulls out. I try to stop him.

“You were fine, Lucia. We’ll work on it.”

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