Page 56 of West Bound

“Wider,” he growls.

“Any wider and I’m going to have to crack my jaw open,” I tell him, my voice harsh and choked.

I open again, wider this time, and he slowly pushes inside of me. I breathe through my nose and close my eyes as he goes deeper and deeper. He hits the back of my throat but continues to push on as I gag and tears start forming in the corners of my eyes.

“Open your throat and swallow.”

I do just as he says and I suddenly feel like my airway has been constricted and I’m slowly being choked. My eyes fly open and I smack his leg, trying to get him to pull out.

“Shh. Relax and breathe through your nose baby.” I take slow deep breaths until the panic subsides. “Good girl. Keep breathing through your nose. And if it’s too much for you, hit my thigh and I’ll pull out. Okay?”

I try to nod but it’s impossible when a steel pipe is impaling you. But still, he understands and begins a slow and careful thrust in and out of my mouth. My heart is racing but the muscles in my body begin to go slack as I relax into the bed and let him take over.

His hands grip the back of my head and my chin to keep me anchored to him, and I curl my lips over my teeth to keep from biting into him.

My jaw begins to ache just as I feel his hips thrust faster. “Shhhiit. You’re doing so good, Peaches.”

One hand leaves my chin and he glides it over my body until he reaches my drenched core. He reaches for me, shoving his dick deeper and cutting off what little air I do have. But instead of tapping out, I focus on inhaling when he glides out. Momma didn’t raise a quitter.

Phoenix plunges two fingers into me and I moan which comes out more like a choked plea. His fingers begin to work in time with his pumping and I reach my hands around to grip his firm ass. The heel of his hand rubs my swollen clit while he hits my g-spot, bringing me closer to my release.

“You ready?” he asks, and I do something that resembles a nod. “Fuck, I’m so close. There’s gonna be a lot. You swallow every fucking drop. Do you understand me?”

I stiffly nod again, and he drives in hard. My core tingles and I turn lightheaded, spots clouding my vision. Saliva is dribbling down my face, falling into my nose and eyes and those talented fingers flick my bud making my body ignite. My body seizes and I feel my nipples harden to the point of pain. I feel his cock swell in my mouth and then the dam breaks, sending a flood of cum into my mouth.

“Swallow it,” he grits between clenched teeth.

I can’t see him from my angle or with the saliva covering my eyes, but I know his eyes are closed and his head is thrown back. I’ve seen it before. Meanwhile, I’m swallowing like my life depends on it but I can feel my brain and my body start to turn fuzzy. My hands start to go limp and just before I slip into a sex induced coma, I smack his thigh a few times.

He pulls out immediately, cum still spurting from his cock and hitting my chin. I gasp for air and fill my lungs while Phoenix scoops me into his arms. He begins wiping off my face and I blink my eyes open to see his face marred with tension and worry.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Shit, baby. You should’ve stopped me sooner.” He lays me down on the bed, my chest heaving and my head feeling foggy.

“I’m-I’m fine.” I rasp.

He takes off for my bathroom where I hear a few cabinet doors opening and closing. The water turns on then off, and he comes hurriedly back into the room. With gentle strokes, he cleans my face, swiping under my eyes and at the corners.

“I’m so sorry.”

Calloused fingers swipe over my forehead, the apples of my cheeks and my lips, before he lays kisses on the spots his fingers just touched. This soft side of Phoenix is such a juxtaposition to the rough one who had me choking on his dick just moments ago. He went from shooting cum in my face, to tending to me like an injured animal.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m serious.” My eyes search his.

His brow is scrunched and a crease sits between his deep brown eyes. Reaching up, I rub my finger along the crease until he begins to relax.

“I liked it,” I whisper. “Well…until I almost passed out. I literally got choked out by an anaconda.”

He laughs in his low timber and smiles. “That was so fucking hot, Peaches. Again, until I almost choked you out.”

I close my eyes and a big smile plays across my face. Strong arms pull me in close to a hard yet soft chest and I snuggle in.

“I want to take you somewhere today,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

“I hope it’s not jerky tasting because after that, I’m going to be drinking soup from a straw for a few days.”

“Brat,” he jokes, and begins tickling my ribs.

“Please, no. I’m gonna pee.” He slows his torture and feathers his fingers over my stomach. “Where do you want to take me?”

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