Page 37 of His to Teach
His eyebrows go up. “What did I say about questions?”
I snap my mouth shut, my cheeks reddening. He leans down, his face hovering over mine. “I don’t want your hands, Harper. Right now I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
All of the air leaves my lungs at the picture he provides. God, I want him to do exactly that, to feel his hardness against my tongue, to let him fill me in this way.
“Lean forward,” he murmurs. “Let me see those pretty soft lips wrapped around my cock.”
I do as he says, my breasts brushing against his thighs as I lean in, and I take him in my mouth. And oh, fuck, it’s perfect, his cock flame-hot and rigid, filling my mouth completely. I take a moment to adjust to his size before I swirl my tongue along his shaft, causing him to exhale harshly.
His fingers thread through the strands of my hair until they firmly grasp my scalp. He pulls me away. “Since you won’t be able to speak, you’ll pinch my leg if you need me to stop.Understand?” For a moment I wonder why I would need him to stop—couldn’t I just pull back if I needed a break?
Then his hands tighten in my hair and I get it. I’m not going to be in control of this situation.
“Yes,” I whisper, the realization both thrilling and terrifying.
“Yes, sir.”
I nod quickly. “Yes, sir.”
Nate grins wolfishly then nods down at his cock. Taking the cue, I lean forward again, licking the underside of the head. He groans, tightening his hold on my hair as I wrap my lips around him. Gently at first, and then much harder, he pushes my head down, before pulling it back up, setting the pace he wants.
“I’m in charge,” he whispers. “Do you understand? You’re not doing this to me, Harper.I’mfuckingyou.”
And I know it’s true. In this moment, Nate is controlling every second of this, thrusting in and out of my mouth, his cock reaching down into my throat, past the point I would normally be comfortable with, making me gag.
I’m completely at his mercy. And Iloveit.
Nate grunts softly above me, the sound rhythmic and arousing, but I don’t dare look up at him. I’m already drowning in a sensory overload, every tissue in my body acutely aware of the feel of his cock, thrusting in my mouth. The strength in his hands, pushing me roughly down on his shaft.
“You like that?” he mutters, his voice rougher now. “You do, don’t you? I can tell. Take it then, Harper. Take it all.” I whimper around him, and he groans, increasing his pace, his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“I’m going to come,” he barks out. “Fuck, Harper.” His hands get tighter in my hair, causing my eyes to water with the sting of the pain. It feels so good, the way he’s gripping me. The way he’s thrusting, using me. I want more, want to make him come. Want to taste him.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I want you to take every drop of it.”
With a final grunt of my name, he explodes in my mouth, his hot seed surging down my throat. Afraid I might choke, I frantically swallow until I’ve taken all of him.
“Stand up,” Nate says, and his voice is ragged. I try to catch my breath, my brain spinning, senses overwhelmed. When I don’t follow his instructions immediately, Nate reaches down to grab my shoulders, pulling me up so I’m standing in front of him once again.
“Put your foot up here.” He pats the couch next to his thigh.
I hesitate, sure I’ll fall if I move either of my feet, as unsteady as I feel. There’s also a warning in my brain, reminding me that I’m already exposed. If I do what he asks he’ll be able to see everything.
“I want to see your pussy,” he whispers, as if he’d read my mind. “I want to see how wet it made you to suck my dick.”
Impatient with my delays, he reaches out and grabs my calf roughly, pulling my leg towards him, toward the couch, so quickly that I stumble. I would have fallen if not for his other hand, reaching out and gripping my hip at the same moment, steadying me.
God, this man is strong, so completely capable of supporting me. Of controlling me. Another wave of desire rushes through me.
Then my foot is resting on the couch next to him, my right leg spread wide. Nate can see me, can see everything.
“The next time I tell you to do something, you better not hesitate,” he says, looking up at me. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper as his fingers dig into the flesh of my hip, demanding and rough.
“Good.”
Before I can reply, before I can steady my rapidly beating heart, Nate releases my calf and thrusts his fingers into my wet folds. No build up. No preamble.
