Page 69 of On a Fault Line

Saliva drips down my chin, but I ignore it and am silently thankful for the lubrication. My jaw tenses as I work Collins in and out of my mouth, loving the low growly sounds vibrating from his diaphragm.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

I suck him in and pull myself off of him. Over and over.

But it’s his roar and the feeling of his length going as rigid as steel that prepares me for the eruption of hot and thick cum hitting the back of my throat. Some pools inside my mouth and some shoots completely down into my stomach, as I drain him of every last drop until he has no more to give.

Still thrusting his hips, Collins maintains the rhythm, lifting up off the tiled tub.

I slump forward, feeling the exhaustion from the full-blown workout.

Collins slips out of my mouth.

Reaching his hands for me, he tilts my face to him and squeezes my cheeks inward.

“Swallow,” he commands.

And I do, drinking the last bit of him.

“That’s a good girl. You did so well.”

I offer a lazy smile. Feeling the side effect of coming down from the high, my body is overcome with exhaustion.

My cheeks are the best kind of sore, and I am thankful that I could give Collins this one experience, when he has already given me so many more.

Within seconds, I’m picked up and cradled.

Taking his thumb, Collins wipes some of his release from the side of my mouth that I didn’t even realize escaped.

I laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He looks amused.

“It’s like you make my brain go to mush.”

“I feel the same way.”

He then takes his thumb and slides it between my lips for cleaning. I suck on it, enjoying the taste that is only Collins Stone.

Grabbing a washcloth, Collins wets it under some warm water from the faucet. Then he proceeds to clean off my face.

I must look like a mess. I basically feel like one.

But I just don’t care.

Closing my eyes, I allow Collins to take care of my basic needs, laughing as he places the water bottle back up at my lips and orders me to drink.

I am feeling so relaxed that I just comply.

“It’s as if you face fucked all the sass out of me,” I mumble.

“And I’ll do it again if you use that filthy mouth of yours as a weapon against my willpower.”

“Challenge accepted.”

We stay like this, in the moment, laughing and enjoying each other’s silliness.

I never thought Collins would have a non-serious side to him, so when it comes out from hiding, I pay extra attention.

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