Page 64 of Stick Handled

His hand moves to the back of my head, guiding me deeper as I try to mimic the motions I’ve seen in movies, my tongue swirling around the head as I come back up. I never knew a blowjob could bring me so much pleasure. But seeing Damien fight to keep his control is something I’ll never get tired of.

“That’s it, baby,” he purrs, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

His words send a rush of heat through my body, my walls clenching with anticipation. I take more of him into my mouth, the sensation overwhelming as I bob my head up and down, each movement drawing a groan from Damien. His moans are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

He threads his fingers through my hair, controlling the pace, his other hand gripping my jaw tenderly as he forces me to take him deeper.

“Look at you,” he praises, his voice strained with desire. “You look so fucking beautiful, getting your perfect little mouth fucked.”

Oh my god.

The praise is intoxicating, making my body hum with pleasure. I moan around his cock, eliciting a shudder from him. Damien’s grip on my hair tightens, pulling me closer as he thrusts into my mouth, his hips bucking with urgency. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag around him, planting my hands on his hips as tears blur my vision.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, his body tense. “Now, try to relax your throat, baby. Let me in.”

I do as he says, swallowing around him as he pushes further in slowly. I gag around him, and he pauses before pushing in deeper, stretching my throat. He pulls out and thrusts in again, the discomfort from the stretch of my throat mixing in with the excitement.

“Avery.” Damien’s breathing grows ragged, his control slipping as he continues to pump into my mouth, the sounds of wet suction filling the room. The sound of him moaning my name has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I would spend eternity on my knees if I got to hear him say my name like that over and over again.

“Baby, that’s enough,” he pants, but I don’t stop, bobbing my head up and down, swirling my tongue around his tip every time I come up. I can’t get enough of him.

“If you don’t stop,” he warns but gets cut off when I take him down my throat again.

In one sharp motion, he pulls me away, his cock glistening as I gasp for air. He quickly kneels beside me, his hand moving between my thighs, his fingers sliding into my soaked panties. I gasp, my body arching toward him as he begins to tease my clit, his touch firm and relentless.

“Can’t get enough, baby?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “You’ll have my cum in your mouth soon enough.”

His fingers delve deeper, finding my entrance as he pushes inside. I cry out, my body clenching around him as he fills me, the sensation of his fingers inside me driving me wild. My hands are wrapping around his thick forearm, feeling the cords of muscle dance under my fingertips.

Damien watches me closely, his hazel eyes dark with hunger as he pumps his fingers in and out, his thumb applying pressure to my clit.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, his free hand cupping my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You’re soaking wet.”

“Please…” My breath comes in short gasps, my body trembling with the force of my arousal. Damien leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks, his voice a low, seductive growl.

“Please, what?”

“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please, more.”

He chuckles, the sound dark and filled with satisfaction.

With that, he withdraws his fingers and rips my soaked panties clean off.

“Oh my god.” I shudder, looking at the shredded piece of fabric as he tosses it to the side. His hands slide under my butt, and he lifts me off the floor before guiding me on top of him.

I rise on my knees to kiss him, my fingers lifting the hem of his shirt. I want to see all of him. I break the kiss to pull the shirt over his head, revealing his muscles in all their inked glory.

“Hold onto me, baby,” he pants, and I place both hands on his strong shoulders while he guides the tip of his cock to my entrance.

“No need to keep quiet this time,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my neck. “No one’s around to hear you scream.”

And with that, he guides me down, impaling me on his cock. I cry out, my body arching off his hips as he enters me, the stretch and fullness almost too much to bear. Damien grips my hips and brings me back down, his thrusts slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Such a tight little thing,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. “Do you know how good you feel around me?”

I shake my head, my vision swimming with desire as he continues to fuck me.

“Rub yourself for me,” he orders, lifting me off his cock and bringing me back down, his pace growing quicker and quicker. I obey, sliding my right hand off his shoulder and down between my legs.

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