Page 42 of Swallow Your Fear
His dark eyes softened, and I wanted to get lost in them. Fuck—I feared I already was.
“Then don’t,” he said softly.
“What?”
“Don’t leave.”
My mouth parted as I stared at him, studying his face like I might be able to tell if he was speaking the truth or not. Did he really want that? Want me?
“I have to.” My words broke, my voice barely a whisper.
He shook his head, but rather than fight me, beg me, plead for me to stay, he showed me how desperately he needed it. Needed me. His lips crashed to mine, stealing all coherent thoughts and emotions. My feelings poured into him like a tidal wave, our mouths moving in sync as the kiss deepened. His tongue was lost, searching for salvation with mine as a galaxy of doubt washed away on the wind, leaving only us in this room with the world fading away.
The deed, Chase, the attacks—none of it mattered right now.
Only us, and the way he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist like they were meant to be there.
He laid me gently on the bed, hovering over me as his mouth stayed glued to mine. His hips rested between my legs, adding pressure right where I needed it. Needed him.
Reluctantly, he pulled back, standing again. I propped up on my elbows, ready to beg him to stay, but then he was pulling his shirt off, and I nearly fell back to the mattress. For the second time, I drank in the sight of tattoos and scars that littered his torso, every inch of him hard and well-defined.
He got to work on his button and zipper, dropping his jeans and boxers to the ground. His cock sprang out, and my mouth salivated at the sight. I sat up, tugging my sweater over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and Booker clearly loved it as his gaze heated at the sight of my bare breasts. I slid to the edge of the bed, then off the side, landing on my knees on the rug.
He grabbed my chin in his punishing grip, making me look up at him. “I want to pleasure you tonight.”
“This will.” I scooted forward slightly, wrapping a hand around his length. “Please.”
His chest rose with his deep inhale as he debated letting me have what I wanted. “Please what, Darlin’?”
I brought my mouth to the tip of his cock, not wrapping my lips around it, as I said, “Please let me suck your cock, Booker.”
His fingers tightened on my chin before his thumb rubbed my skin. “That what you want, Darlin’? To choke on my cock?”
I nodded, darting my tongue out to wet my lips and coasting it over the bead of moisture building on his head.
“Then open that pretty mouth.”
I did, and he dropped my chin to thrust forward, using no restraint as he stuffed my mouth full of his cock, the tip sliding down my throat on the first go. My tongue twitched, and he tangled a hand in my hair, pulling my mouth off of him. Using his other hand, he stuck his fingers in my mouth, hooking them on the back of my tongue. I gagged, my eyes watering as he kept his digits still.
“Breathe through your nose, Darlin’. You’re taking all of it tonight.”
I tried to steady my breaths as he shoved his fingers deeper. Saliva dripped from my mouth as I choked, and he pulled them out fast. In a flash, he replaced his hand with his cock, keeping my head in place as he buried himself down my throat.
I did as he said, breathing through my nose to try to calm the reflex. He pulled my mouth off of him all the way, watching as my spit glistened over my chin, my eyes full of unshed tears from the fullness of him.
“You’re such a good little slut.” His hand caressed my cheek, and I leaned into it slightly as I caught my breath. “Always taking me so well. All your holes were made for me, weren’t they?”
I nodded, and then his fist tightened in my hair as he brought his cock to my lips again. They parted, and he slid in, fucking my mouth. He used me for his own pleasure, and with that, my core heated. I was a fucking mess, on my face and between my thighs, and already, I wanted to let go.
The room was full of his groans and the sounds my mouth made as he thrust in and out of me. Each time he hit the back of my throat, I tried to hold back my gag, but everyfew times, my tongue would react, jumping up at the underside of his cock.
His hand reached down to my breast, squeezing the flesh in his grip. Then, his fingers moved to tug at my nipple, and pure bliss coursed through me at the sensation.
He seated his cock deep in the back of my throat again, then pulled out. He hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me, setting me on the bed. His fingers curled around the hem of my leggings before he yanked them down. He left my underwear on, but rather than shoving it to the side, he grabbed a pocket knife from his discarded pants and ripped a hole clean through the material, revealing my soaked center.
He tossed the knife to the side and dragged a finger up my pussy, his skin instantly coated. Hovering over me with a hand on the mattress, he brought the digits to my lips and I sucked them willingly.
“Taste how sweet you are, Darlin’. How good you taste when you want nothing other than me to fill you. Fuck you. Please you.”
