Page 47 of Bought
I wrap my hand around her silk hair, gathering all of it and wrapping it around my fist. I give a hard enough tug to make her gasp in shock, the sound breathes hot air over my cock, wet with her saliva.
“Christ, babygirl. It’s never felt like this.”
She pops off my cock. My eyes snap open in protest. She looks at me with wide eyes, “Really? I’m the best?”
“Yes, which means if you stop—I might die." I guide her back down by her hair. There it is again, the first earth-shattering, warm embrace. “Take me, baby. Take all of me. You make my cock so hard. I need you so bad.”
My words must give her renewed energy because now she adds a hand to the mix. Embracing her new power, she holds the base of my cock with the perfect amount of gentle pressure while working the head with her mouth.
“Faster.” I move her up and down at the speed I need. “I’m so close, babygirl. Don’t stop. Make me come for you. Hard.”
Again, she pulls away. I moan in pain. “What is it?”
Her brow furrows. “What do I do with the…the you-know-what?”
“My dirty hot come?” I tease.
“Yeah,” she blinks. “That.”
Releasing her hair, I cup her chin. “Say it. I know you can, naughty girl. Say the words out loud.”
“What do I do with you…come?”
She’s adorably innocent, but not for long.
“That’s right, babygirl. You’re going to swallow every drop, all of it. Let me see you see those words come from your sexy mouth. Tell me, what are you going to do?”
“Your come,” she says with shame-laced words. “I’m going to swallow your come.”
My exhale comes from the bottom of my lungs. “Good girl. Now make me come.”
She goes back to it. As soon as her lips touch me, I drift back into a daze, electric pulses flickering over my skin. Nothing exists but the warmth of her pressed against me and the incredible sensation she’s giving me.
Her mouth is heat and silk, wet and unrelenting, and I can’t look away from her, bent over for me. Every flick of her tongue, every hollowed pull of her lips, pulls me closer to the edge I swore I wouldn’t go near.
The tension grows low in my spine, like a spring wound too tight. My thighs burn, my fists clenched, and I try to hold back, to control the rhythm but she’s relentless. She pulls me deeper, nails digging into my thighs as if she knows I’m about to crack.
The pressure sharpens into fire, white-hot, flooding every nerve until I’m nothing but need. The coil snaps, and a groan tears from my chest, guttural and raw. Release slams through me, violent and unstoppable. My whole body jerks, shuddering as waves of heat surge out from the center of me, pouring into her.
It’s overwhelming ecstasy mixed with a kind of helplessness I both hate and crave equally. My vision blurs, my heartbeat pounds in my skull, and all I can do is hold her head, ride it out, and surrender to how she milks every last drop from me as she begins to swallow.
I’m exhausted. Completely drained. Suddenly, she shifts upward, making a sputtering sound.
“Are you okay?”
She shakes her head, makes a loud choking sound, and I watch, terrified, as she returns my load to me, a massive spray all over my chest, soaking through my shirt and pants.
She gazes in horror at my ruined shirt, tears welling in her eyes. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I—literally—choked.”
She’s humiliated. It makes me hurt.
Never wanting to cause her unhappiness, I pull her close. “It’s okay, baby. You did so well. It felt amazing,” I reassure her.
“But I?—”
Overwhelmed, she can’t stop looking at my shirt.
I run my knuckles along her cheek. “We just need to practice.”
