Page 86 of Unmade

Heart pounding, desperation growing, I hitched a leg over his hip and nearly lost my shit when I felt his cock getting hard. I mean, I was already rock hard, but I’d thought he was straight up until today.

“Fuck me,” I mumbled, out of breath. “Please?” It wasn’t as if we needed to have a safety talk. Everyone here got tested once a month, and…well, maybe I should tell him about my experience. “I haven’t been with anyone in two years if you’re worried about anything.”

He grabbed my jaw tightly and wrenched himself away, only to kiss his way down my neck again. Openmouthed, rough kisses, with tongue and teeth. I started panting, and I couldn’t help but push my dick against his.

“Please,” I moaned.

He rumbled a low humming sound and came back with a hard kiss to my lips. Then he eased off a few inches, still holding my jaw, and we locked eyes.

Holy fuck.

I swallowed dryly. My heart fucking hammered.

The raw hunger in his eyes caught me off guard, and I instantly wanted to surrender to him. Fucking worship him. Do whatever he wanted. But it gave me power too. I was making him look that way. I’d turned him on to the point where he looked like he wanted to inhale me.

Let me convince you.

I managed to kiss him once more, and then I loosened his grip on my jaw before I wordlessly sank to my knees in front of him.

His jaw ticked with tension, and he didn’t look away for a second as I rested my hand over his cock. I rubbed him unhurriedly, just for a few heartbeats, then pulled down his boxer briefs.

I was the one who broke eye contact. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, and I didn’t waste time. I gripped him gently at first, and I leaned in and licked his length.

He blew out a breath.

Warm, soft, smooth skin stretched around his cock. I tightened my hold a little and peered up at him again, ’cause I wanted to see this. I wanted to see the look in his eyes as I sucked him into my mouth.

He’d spoken, what, two words? Well, I didn’t need any more than that. Not now anyway. He spoke plenty with his body language. I could tell he was battling something in his mind, maybe going back and forth between what he wanted and what was right…? Boundaries had been important to him.

I swirled my tongue around him, to which he let out a long sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face. After that, he threaded his fingers into my hair, and I took him all the way in, effectively burying my nose in the trimmed hair around his cock.

Feeling him at the back of my throat stole all my focus, and I closed my eyes. This moment was fucking mine. Like, he didn’t exist anymore, just his perfect, perfect cock. Back and forth, back and forth, coating him in spit, sucking at the tip, sliding my tongue around him, I completely lost myself in what I was doing.

I slipped my hands to the backs of his thighs, feeling the hardness of his muscles, and up his sexy ass. I felt how tense he was, and I was over it.Let go. Fuck my throat. I knew he wanted it.

But he was getting there. For every pass, his grip on my hair tightened, and it wasn’t too long after that he started fucking me, albeit slowly at first.

I whimpered around him and spurred him on.

Swallowing around him seemed to do the trick. Right there, when I was about to choke, he forced himself deeper and let out a groan.

I screwed my eyes shut and nodded, and he got with the program.

Took you long enough.

He stopped being careful. He fisted my hair and began fucking my throat mercilessly, and the burst of need shocked my system. I wanted more and more, despite gagging every now and then, despite being robbed of air.

“Goddamn perfect,” he said, out of breath. “You wanna hurt for me?”

My eyes flashed open, and I looked up at him through blurry vision. I managed to nod right before he rammed his cock down my throat again. There was something wrong with me, but I was out of control. Whatever he was doing, I needed more of it. A million sensations flew around my body, shaking me alive, and?—

Before I knew it, he withdrew from my throat. Spit connected my lips to his cock, and then he was yanking me to my feet. He grabbed me by my throat and kissed me brutally hard, and I was just his rag doll. My lungs burned, my eyes flooded with tears, my dick was hard as a diamond, I was fucking shaking, and the sounds coming out of me were nothing but breathless, whimpery pleas.

A beat later, he spun me around, slapped one of my hands to the doorframe, and trapped his cock between my ass cheeks.

I choked on a breath and pushed against him, no fears whatsoever. He was slick enough, and I knew I could stop him if I wanted to.

Which reminded me…

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