Page 41 of Troublemaker
“Take me out,” he said.
“Um.”
His smile was almost gentle. “You can use your hands, sweetheart.”
I unbuttoned the top button, then reached inside his boxer briefs, pulling out his hard cock. I’d seen it, felt it inside me, but holding it in my hand—I couldn’t even wrap around it, soft and hard at the same time—it made my heart trip in my chest.
He was like that because ofme. I’d done that to him. Me. Lucy Braverman. I knew I was hot—men told me that often—but I didn’t know that the one man I’d always wanted, wantedme.It was fucking heady.
“You’re so big,” I murmured.
“Who are you comparing me to?” There was a warning in his voice.Jealousy.Delicious.
“No one,” I said. “It’s an objective truth. You’re…big.”
“Good,” he said satisfied. “Spit in your hand.”
I did.
“Stroke and squeeze. Not like—yeah, there you go. Get me harder and thicker—I want to be so heavy in your mouth you aren’t sure you can hold me.”
I did what he demanded, stroking and squeezing, stroking and squeezing, watching, fascinated, as his cock got harder, thicker, almost pulsing as I touched it.
“There you go, now wrap your hands around my thighs and open that beautiful mouth. If I go too deep, if it’s too much, squeeze my thighs and I’ll take it easy on you. It’s your first time, after all. Isn’t it, sweetheart? Now, open. And keep those pretty eyes on me.”
I opened my mouth, and a moment later the crown of his cock was between my lips. I took an exploratory lick, tasting smoke and musk and man. I shuddered and my pussy fluttered from the taste.
“A little more,” he said, but stayed still, so I had no choice but to bob my head forward and capture more of him in my mouth.
“Suck on the crown.”
I did, just like it was a lollipop, applying suction and working him deeper and deeper, licking and sucking and delighting in the way he tensed.
“Yes, that’s right. That’s a good girl. Keep going until you feel like you’re about to gag. And watch those teeth.”
Carefully, my mouth so wide it almost ached, I edged forward, wrapping my lips tighter. Experimenting with my tongue, his cock filling my mouth until it hit my soft palate, I gagged. I started to pull back, but he stopped me with a hand on my head.
“No, sweetheart. Stay there. You can breathe, you’re fine. You’re going to get used to having my cock in your mouth like this until you can take me deeper. In fact, I think this is what I’m going to do whenever you start causing trouble or saying shit I don’t like. Plant my thick cock in your mouth and stay here until you settle down.”
I should’ve hated the controlling nature of his words, but they tingled inside me. It was bonkers, but I wanted him to take me in hand that way. I wanted to behandled, with his big, rough, steady hands, the way he was holding my head now.
I inhaled through my nose, trying to manage the strangeness of something so warm, so hard, his scent so overpowering, filling my mouth and pushing against my throat. And, oddly, he was right, I began to settle and calm. Oh, I was wet, and my pussy was still fluttering, but I felt safer than I had in a long time.
Especially as he praised me in a low voice.
“Yeah, that’s right. That’s my good girl. Feels nice, doesn’t it? Being controlled this way? Knowing you’re in my hands, under my care? We’re just going to stay like this for a while until I can’t take it anymore. And while we do, I’m going to tell you a story. But first…”
He thrust his hips a tiny bit further forward, until his cock pushed against the top of my mouth, my throat, and I gagged again.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed. “You’re fine. You’re safe, sweetheart. You can take me like this, I promise. You weremeantto take me like this.”
He was right. I calmed down immediately.
“Brave girl,” he praised. “Sweet girl. I’m so proud of you. Now…where was I? Oh, yes.”
And then he began.
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