Page 68 of On a Fault Line

My nose starts to flare as I try to maintain the eye contact.

“I’m going to love the feel of my cock deep in your throat. You can take another inch for me—right, Princess?”

Collins waits until I take a few breaths through my nose before he decides to push me forward to go a little deeper. I clumsily adjust.

“Look at you.” His fingers tangle into my hair, gripping a fistful at the root.

I moan and tremble at the tight pain.

“Easy. I won’t do anything your body doesn’t crave.”

Steadying myself, I allow all the saliva pooling in my mouth to escape around Collins’s cock and then rock on my knees.

In and out.

Collins’s hand at my throat massages me, while playing around with the pressure of his hold.

I feel stuck…bound to him.

And I revel in it.

I want to be his good little girl.

And it’s that praise and the way his eyes darken when I push myself beyond what I think I’m capable of that motivates me to keep trying.

To keep swallowing…

And I do to the point where I’m choking and tears are running down my face.

But I keep going.

In and out.

More and more.

With my nose pressing against the skin of his lower abdomen, I keep sucking.

“Look at you, swallowing your first cock. Just like a good girl…”

I feel his eyes on me without being able to make that contact with him. And I feel like a freaking warrior.

The water around me has since cooled, but the heat running through my face and upper body is at scorching levels.

And for a second I forget to breathe and struggle to maintain focus.

My eyes cloud.

I groan around his cock and then return to steady nose inhales and exhales.

“Yes, Princess, choke on me. Give me those beautiful tears. Swallow me down like a good girl.”

And when he removes both hands from me and uses them to rest his body weight on, I know I’m too far gone to stop now.

“Now I need you to slide your mouth and tongue along the length, pulling back and then swallowing in. Can you do that, Princess?”

“Mm-hmm…”

Mimicking the motion with his hips and with the help of one hand on the base of my neck, I get into a rhythm.

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