Page 150 of Breach of Honor

Recklessness overtook me when I tasted myself on him. All I wanted was to give him pleasure as he had me. “I love you,” I said once again against his mouth, “with everything in me.”

Somewhere in the depth of my core, I found my fight. A fierce determination to make Will mine again—andonlymine.

If this was my one chance to change the course of our lives, I would not fail.

“Get on the sofa,” I demanded, pushing him off me.

“Why? Let’s go to the bedroom.” He nibbled on my earlobe.

“Sofa. Now.”

Will sighed as if he knew what I was about to do. Still, he did as I’d commanded and I followed him on my knees, positioning myself between his legs. I ran my hands along his inner thigh and up to his cock.

He trembled and put his hands over mine. “Baby... please.”

“Shut up, Will! I can do this. You love Cori on her knees… Well, I can do it too.”

“No, M. That’s not how it is. Jesus, baby, I’ve told you dozens of times. I don’t need this. I only need you.”

“Liar!” Hot tears welled behind my eyes, ready to drop at any second.

“I’m not lying, I swear—”

I silenced him by taking him into my warm but hesitant mouth. I’d thought about this moment a lot over the last couple of months, wondering if he was only seeking out a blow job. The memory of him in Club Rendezvous with the woman on her knees had never faded.

Out of my own desperate need to save our relationship, I had to satisfy Will on my knees. Perhaps I didn’t have to take him all the way into my mouth? Then I wouldn’t worry about gagging or the back of my throat being a punching bag.

He loves me on my knees,repeated in my head. Cori’s words pushed me forward.

I held onto him with one hand, stroking with the other, my tongue circling the head. Will’s moans and groans eddied through the air as he caressed my head. I never realized until now how much pleasuring him this way meant to me, but hearing him with his fingers in my hair and his body surrendering to my touch meant the world to me.

Finding my groove, I took him farther into my mouth. Will flinched, squeezing his thighs against my arms. It made me smile. I was doing it, and he liked it.

I followed his cue, drawing on him firmly. Then I took the big step, ignoring my racing heart and my fears. I suctioned my lips around him, tongue pressing his dick to the roof of my mouth and sucked.

“Oh fuck, Miranda!” he cried out. “Fuuuck!”

I didn’t let up, finding the perfect balance of speed and pressure. I tightened my grip around his shaft, both hands holding onto him, and closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing and the sounds he made.

I couldn’t fail this time. I needed to succeed.

Suddenly, Will’s hands cradled my head firmly as he stiffened.

“Oh shit, M. I can’t hold back!” He tried to pull me up, but I didn’t budge. This was it.

Will froze beneath me as his release hit. I sucked and sucked until I felt him burst into my mouth. I didn’t let up until his body fell limp, and I swallowed before releasing him.

I sat on my knees, wiping cum off my lips and breathing through the spasms in my stomach. I couldn’t throw up. It would ruin the moment.

A shiver speared down my back and reality set in as I sat naked on the floor.

What next?

Will didn’t give me time to think or answer my own question. He lifted me off the rug and carried me to the bedroom.

“I love you, M. I know my words don’t mean anything, so I’ll show you just how much.”

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