Page 23 of Flog Me, Sir

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her skin pebbling beneath my stare.

With a groan at her siren-like voice and the title she’d offered me from her lips, I undid my slacks and pulled my dick free. I stopped a mere foot from her bowed head. “Look at me.”

Her head tipped back, but her gaze snagged on my dick as I palmed the head and stroked down my length.

Her lips parted, tongue darting out to lick the lower as pre-cum oozed from my tip.

“Would you like a taste?” I asked, holding my base, offering my dick to her.

“Yes, Sir.”

Fuck, yes.“You may put your mouth on me.”

She leaned forward, licking over my slit.

I gritted my teeth as she retracted her tongue back into her mouth as though tasting—savoring—before swallowing. She lifted her focus to my face, her pupils wide, pulse thrumming in her neck. “It is salty,” she murmured.

I bit back another groan realizing she’d only ever read about tasting a man’s cum before. “More?” I asked, still holding my dick out toward her.

“Yes, please.” She grasped my wrist and closed her mouth over me.

“Fuck.” Her inexperience revealed itself even more as she sucked and licked, trying to take me all and gagging when I rubbed the back of her throat, but I’d never had a woman on her knees so eager for me—to please me.

Like she loved being on her knees offering adoration rather than trying to earn my praises for selfish reasons.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gagged around my girth, so, I held still rather than thrust, allowing her to enjoy her reward as she saw fit. She wrapped her small hand around my base and began to slowly jerk me off while sucking on my dick’s head like a goddamn lollipop, tiny noises of appreciation escaping her.

The second she lifted her eyelids, our gazes colliding, I nearly came. My dick jerked in her mouth, and I groaned, giving into the need to slide my hips into her grip, fucking into her mouth.

She pulled off, her eyes luminous. “Show me how to make it good for you, Garret.”

Spine tingling and balls tightening, I wrapped my hands in her hair and took over, trying like fuck to be gentle.

She moaned around me, her eyelids fluttering shut, her hips shifting as though to relieve her own need to come. Knowing sucking me turned her on was like kerosene to the fire she’d started inside me.

“Look at me, Lissa.”

Her eyelids snapped open, her focus on my face once more, her blown out pupils sexy as fuck.

“I’m going to come down your throat,” I told her, my voice rasped to hell while shoving my dick deep enough her mouth met her working hand.

She gagged and clenched her eyes shut.

“You’re going to swallow every drop.”

She moaned as though excited to do so—and gagged again as I thrust.

“Relax your throat, Lissa. Look at me and take it all.”

Lust-filled hazel eyes peered up at me, and I thrust. My balls erupted, her throat closing around me while swallowing. She didn’t try to pull away—didn’t gag—so I held her close.

“So good, Lissa...” Shots of my spunk hit the back of her throat. “Goddamn, so fucking good.” Teeth clenched, I held her gaze while emptying myself. She held my gaze through it all, gasping for breath the second I backed off, allowing her to breathe again.

“Too much?” I asked while struggling to tuck my spent dick away, my heart pounding and hands still shaking.

“No,” she whispered, a frown denting her brow as I refastened my slacks.

I pulled her up to her feet and took her pouting mouth, tasting her sweetness—and remnants of my own cum. “Don’t worry,” I murmured and licked her lower lip, “I’m not anywhere near done with you.”

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