Page 74 of Whatever Lola Wants

“Okay, then,” he murmured in the low voice that made her shiver, and pressed forward again. “Open up.”

She parted her lips and he slid back inside. Slower this time, giving her a chance to stroke her tongue over him. She hummed in delight, her eyes shining with pleasure, and she tried to lean forward to take him deeper.

His grip tightened on her neck, then he shifted both hands to cradle her head. She glanced up in confusion when he dragged her back an inch.

“I decide when,” he told her.

She couldn’t say anything with his dick in her mouth, but she hummed her agreement, and he understood.

Slowly, taking care not to overwhelm her, he slid in deeper, stopping before he hit the back of her throat this time. He pulled back smoothly, then without pause drove back in.

“Use your tongue,” he ordered, pleasure rippling over his features when she complied. “That’s it, just like that. Good girl.”

She flushed at the praise, relaxing into his hands as he held her steady for his thrusts. He kept the pace steady for a while, and she allowed herself to drift. She didn’t have to do anything, worry about anything. He’d put her where he wanted her, tell her what she needed to do; she didn’t have to think about it at all.

It was strangely freeing. And with the absence of control, her own desire came rushing to the forefront of her mind.

Her body hummed with it, like a current under the skin, in the blood. She could feel her pulse in her nipples, pinched so tight it almost felt as though they were clamped. In her pussy, dripping with desire. The insides of her thighs were slick with it, her clit distended and aching as she took him into her mouth over and over again.

She was so turned on she thought she might actually come without anything touching her pussy. She moaned at the thought, her eyes drifting closed to concentrate on the sensations gathering in her core.

“Open your eyes, Lola.”

She forced them open at his harsh growl, blinking to bring him into focus. His hips sped up, his cock going all the way to the back of her throat on each thrust, and she struggled to keep her jaw relaxed and her throat open for him.

“That’s it, baby.” His jaw was tense, eyes fierce. “I want to see your eyes while I fuck your mouth,” he told her. He hit the back of her throat hard enough to make her gag, and she watched his eyes flare. “Take me,” he growled and did it again.

This time she managed to suppress the reflex, and her eyes went wide when he slipped into her throat. His strangled groan filled the room.

“So fucking good.” He pulled back and thrust again, looking so deep into her eyes she thought he might be able to see all the way to her soul.

Over and over again he disappeared into her mouth, withdrew, and drove forward again. His hands were firm on her head, her lips stretched wide around his cock. He was going deep on every thrust now, forcing her to manage her gag reflex, to time her breathing to his withdrawals. He was so thick she couldn’t breathe around him when he went deep, so hard her throat felt bruised, but she didn’t stop sliding her tongue over the head when he pulled back. All she could see was the hard planes of his belly as he drove into her mouth, all she could taste was the tang of his pre-come when she swirled her tongue around the swollen head. All she could hear were the hoarse groans and words of praise he muttered, all she could smell was the scent of his soap mixed with sweat, and the sweet musk of her own arousal.

Her entire world had narrowed to his cock and her cunt, and the needs of both.

She lifted her eyes past his belly, up his chest, struggling to see his face without moving her head. Sweat matted his chest hair, glistening on the skin of his throat. His head was tipped down, so much lust in his eyes as he watched his dick disappear into her mouth that she felt her cunt clench hard in response.

“Oh, baby,” he rasped. “Fuck, you’re so good. So good, so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

His fingers tightened, digging into her scalp, the tiny prickles of pain making her pussy clench. He slid his cock all the way to the back of her throat—and kept going.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Swallow me down. You can take it. Come on, relax your throat,” he urged while she struggled to do just that. “Yeah, baby. I’m going to fuck your throat, Lola.”

She moaned, and he cursed as the vibrations in her throat hit his dick.

Her eyes flicked up again when he pulled back, wanting to see his face again. He was startlingly beautiful with his jaw clenched against the outrageous pleasure, his eyes dark with it. Sweat dampened his hair, the curling ends falling over his forehead. He was carnal and primitive, the cloak of the suave, successful entrepreneur stripped away by raw, elemental lust.

He drove forward again, his hips jerking when her teeth scraped carefully along his shaft. He was getting close, the tells she’d come to know over the last few weeks beginning to show. Bright color stained his cheekbones, and the once smooth thrust and recoil of his hips grew jerky and disjointed. His fingers were pressing harder against her scalp, his breathing becoming ragged. She wanted to touch him, to lay her hands on his thighs or his hips so she could feel the shudders run through him as his control disintegrated. But she couldn’t, so she used her lips and her tongue and her teeth, every part of her mouth to touch as much of him as she could while she tugged at the ropes that bound her, straining against them to force her own frustration and desire to a fever pitch. She was riding the same ragged edge she saw in his eyes, the hard throb in her pussy making her want to spit his cock out, shove him to his back and ride him until she exploded. But all she could do was writhe in his ropes, work his dick, and hope that after he’d shot his load into her throat he’d put her out of her misery.

She curled her tongue around him when he pulled back, sucking in a deep breath through her nose as she prepared to take him deep again, when a flash out of the corner of her eye made her blink. She tried to say something but he’d already begun pushing forward again, and the sound was smothered in her throat. Her eyes went wide with horror as a pale, delicate hand appear behind his right shoulder, fingers wrapped around something bright pink. She jerked her head back to shout out a warning, but it was too late.

There was a buzzing noise and a flash of blue light from the pink thing as it made contact with the side of his neck. Simon jerked, his hands tightening painfully on her head for half a heartbeat before they fell away. He jittered in place for a moment, his eyes wide with shock, then collapsed to the floor.

Lola gaped in shock as Ginger, a pink stun gun in one hand and Lola’s tool kit in the other, kicked him in the hip. “Fucker.”

“Ginger?”

She gave Simon another kick then rushed over to Lola, dropping the stun gun and tool box to pat her with shaking hands. “It’s okay, Lola. Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay.”

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