Page 76 of Pulse
“Do you want your little mouth fucked?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Is that what you want?”
I nod slowly, grinning.
Troy winds his fingers through my hair so tightly that I gasp. He thrusts his cock past my lips, and then slides back out.
“Good,” he says softly. “That’s what I like.”
He pushes into my mouth again, holding my head in place.
A breeze whips across the balcony, knocking my robe off my shoulder. I suck my spit as best as I can, but most of it runs down onto my hands as I tug gently on his balls.
He moans as he pumps into my mouth. This time, it goes a little farther, hitting the back of my throat. I gag.
“Come on,” he says, easing but not stopping. “You can take it. I know you can.”
Oh, shit.
I slurp around him, my breaths coming out in short bursts. His gaze is hot as he watches me take him in. It’s the height of arousal, the one thing that makes me needier than anything else—knowing I’m the object of his pleasure.
He presses harder, deeper into my mouth.
“I’m going to come,” he says.
I tug on his balls again, making him groan.
“If you don’t want this in your mouth, tell me now.”
Instead of telling him I don’t want it, I position myself to take even more.
He groans, his cock swelling between my lips as his body begins to shake.
I moan around him, digging my nails into his ass.
“Be ready to swallow, Doll.” He sucks in a breath. “Motherfucker.”
His body tenses and trembles as he shoots his cum down the back of my throat. My eyes burn as I accept it all, unable to pull away.
Not that I want to. This is the best seat in the house.
Troy’s chin is aimed toward the sky, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he strains from the force of his orgasm. It is, without a doubt, the absolute sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
After a final full-body shiver, he slides out of my mouth.
“Damn,” he says, releasing my hair. He chuckles. “I just came so hard I can’t see straight.”
I laugh, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
He helps me to my feet.
“Are you still there?” the neighbor shouts.
“I gotta go take care of something,” Troy shouts. “It was nice talking with you.”
“Yeah, you, too. Enjoy your stay.”
Troy grins at me. “I have enjoyed my stay. And now you’re about to enjoy yours.” He scoops me up and hustles me inside.
My stomach clenches as I wonder what he’s going to do. I know what I want him to do.
