Page 24 of The Trust
“Breathe through your nose.”
His watery eyes meet mine and a shiver runs down my spine.
“You wanted to suck me clean, didn’t you?”
He nods with his mouth full, and my balls draw up.
“Taste me and you on your tongue.”
Another gag and I push farther.
I’m so focused on the squeeze of his throat that I don’t realize he’s moved until his fingers slip inside my ass.
“Fuuuuck, baby. Finger your cum back into me,” I moan, and his eyes roll back. “That’s it.”
His mouth … his fingers …himon his knees …
“I’m gonna come down your throat, baby. Is that what you want?”
His head bobs in affirmation, his throat constricting around me.
I widen my stance so his fingers can reach deeper and cup his head.
“Don’t stop … right …there.”
I pull back, leaving my heavy cockhead laying on his tongue and wrap my fist around my shaft.
Stroking myself in time to his fingers, I watch raptly as Jordan unknowingly acts out a fantasy I’ve had foryears.
Him … on his knees and begging me with those navy blues eyes.
His tongue stretched out and waiting for my cum.
And I let him have it.
Streams land on his waiting tongue, coat his lips, and dribble down his chin and just when I think he couldn’t get any fucking hotter, he leans back. Tucks his tongue into his mouth.
And swallows.
Jordan
“You’re glowing.”
I lift a brow but don’t bother sparing Lemon a glance as he bounces next to me.
“C’mon, Daddy Jay, I’ve seen you post orgasm, butthis?” His fluttering hands fill my periphery, and I shake my head. “This is something else.”
He says that he’s seen me post-orgasm only because he showed up early one morning and caught Mac and me off guard like two months ago. Had I just gotten my dick sucked? Yep. And did Mac run out the back door to catch up with a waiting Peach and left me all alone to face Lemon on my own?Also yep.
My teeth sink into the inside of my lip to keep my grin from spreading.
“Shouldn’t you be unlocking doors or something? Wiping mats down?” I grumble to hide the way my lips tip up, but I’m fairly certain I fail.
Lemon shakes his head, his hair flopping around his forehead.
“Nope. Already did. Now spill the tea.” Snorting does not help my case. He bounces even higher, wraps his hands aroundmy crooked elbow and tugs. “Oh, my gods. Oh, my gods. Tell meeee.”
Attempting to pin the man with a look does nothing but raise my own blood pressure.
