Page 47 of Untether

This last part is in response to Aida licking a rough line all the way down the vein on the underside of my cock.

‘I want you to show me,’ she says against my balls before licking back up again. ‘Come on, Cal. For fuck’s sake. I’ll slap your thigh or something if I can’t take it.’

With that little announcement, she takes my cock so deep she gags a little before making a pleased noise in the back of her throat that vibrates around my crown.

She’s doing it again. Masterminding things. She’s bewitching my cock, and therefore my mind, and manipulating the outcome. Turns out her deep-throating abilities are just as deadly as her skill at debating immigration policy and knife crime.

Who the fuck is this woman, and what is she doing to me?

I’m barely capable of anything right now. Every ounce of blood, every last vestige of self-control, has gone straight to my dick. Consciousness is the warm, wet slide of Aida’s mouth and tongue, the grip of her fingers. Callum Sinclair, patient teacher, is disappearing out the door and in his place is the beast. The predator who thinks only of conquering. Of coming.

Fuck.

Fine.

‘Slap my thigh if you need to, okay?’ I tell her in a voice I barely recognise, my breath coming in harsh spurts from my flared nostrils.

It’s the extent of the nobility I’m capable of.

And as soon as I hear her garbledokayI’m clamping my hands around her head so fucking tight and letting rip, volleying my hips in a series of thrusts that jam my dick so far down her throat that I hit soft tissue over and over.

Fuck me.

Fuckme.

This is… I’m lightheaded. Reeling. Sensation has me in a chokehold as I grip her head between my hands, watching in wonder at the sight of her sucking and writhing, at her attempts to override her most basic instincts and slap my thighs so she can get my cock the fuck out of her mouth.

But she doesn’t. One hand is still on my balls, though her other is on my bare arse, holding me against her, as if the grip I have on her head isn’t enough. I can tell from her flailing, jerky movements and little noises that she’s in panic mode, but she doesn’t stop. She digs her nails into my arse, she massages my balls, she sucks her little heart out with strangled moans, and she takes. Every. Inch.

I’m gonna come. Hard. White-hot pleasure is racing through my balls, down my cock, spreading all over my body. I drive into her mouth over and over like a man possessed, holding onto her face for dear life, and then I stiffen. Still. And I erupt, rutting violently against her face, shooting my load into her mouth and it’s fucking—it’s fuckingamazing.

My climax tears through me, wiping out everything that is not it. My body is a circuit, and she’s lit me the fuck up. This orgasm is a glowing, pulsing thing. And as it coursesthrough me, this miraculous, life-affirming release, it relaxes every bone in my body.

I realise I’m holding her face so tightly I might squeeze her brains out, and I let go, hauling her up by her armpits before she’s done sucking me clean and crushing her blessed nakedness against my body.

‘Fuck,’ I mutter into her hair, the fog of pleasure dissipating and leaving patchy, but appalled, awareness in its wake. ‘That wasnotthe way that was supposed to go, but JesusChrist, baby.’

She allows me to hold her, her laugh tinkling, her breath warm against my neck.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask her, pulling my head away so I can see her face. ‘I didn’t mean—I went at you far too hard. I’m so, so sorry.’

‘Are you kidding me?’ she asks. Her eye makeup is smudged, her cheeks wet with the tears that fell when I choked her with my dick. Her lipstick is mostly gone, though I hope she left a ring around my dick.

Property of Aida Russell.

I blink.

‘That was awesome,’ she says against my mouth. ‘That’s what I wanted you to do. You’re so sexy—I didn’t want you to go easy on me like I was some little snowflake. I wanted you to show me what I’ve been missing.’

I give a humourless little laugh. ‘I’m not sure you’ve been missingthat.’

‘A super hot guy suggesting he can’t get enough of me?’ she asks softly. ‘Yes, I have.’

There’s only one way to respond to that. So I kiss her heatedly, thoroughly, to demonstrate how much she blows me away. I kiss her until I’m sinking gracelessly to my knees, cock twitching and trousers halfway down my legs. Until I’mlying down, my head hitting the hard floor with a dull thud, and tugging her on top of me, my hands roving all over her sensational, oiled-up, naked body.

I kiss her until I feel confident I’ve proven to her that I cannot, indeed, get enough of her.

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