Page 112 of Fake Out Hearts

I stare up into his eyes, and heat courses between us. He releases my wrists, and my hand drifts on its own down to his cock to lightly stroke it through his baggy sweats that leave little to the imagination.

“Is this part of the lesson?” he asks, his voice dropping.

I bite my lip, my stomach fluttering. “If it is, that would make me averybad teacher.”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, something earnest shining in his eyes even though his tone is teasing. “My wife is an amazing teacher. I won’t let anyone say anything bad about her.”

My heart warms at that, but rather than look too deeply into the emotions his words stir up in my chest, I flash him a playful smile.

“Hmm. And what would you do to me if I said something bad about your wife?” I ask with an eyebrow raised.

He pulls me tighter against his body. “I’d have to give you something better to do with your mouth.”

“Such as?” I whisper, giving his cock another stroke as he pulses beneath my fingertips.

“Maybe I’d slide my dick between those gorgeous lips to shut you up,” he says, his voice a low rasp.

Heat surges through me, curling low in my belly. “Oh really?”

He smirks, his eyes darkening with desire. “You sound like you’d like that. Is that what you want, princess? Want to take a break from our lessons so I can put you on your knees and use that beautiful mouth of yours? You want me to fuck your face?”

Oh my god.

My legs wobble a little bit as images of what he’s describing flash through my mind. I nod, unable to find my voice in this moment, but he shakes his head.

“Uh uh. Not good enough. I need your words.”

“Yes.” My voice is raspy. “I want you to fuck my face.”

“Good girl.” His hungry smile is almost enough to make me come on the spot. “Now get on your knees.”

There’s a dominant edge to his voice, and I quickly sink down in front of him without ever taking my eyes off his. When I’m in position, he nods his approval.

“Go on.” He lifts his chin. “Take my pants off.”

I reach for the band of his sweats and give them a tug, and when they drop, a smile breaks across my face as my stomach flutters. He’s not wearing any boxers, and he’s already hard for me.

Fuck, I love that.

I grip him in one hand, although he’s so big that my fingers can’t wrap all the way around his shaft. I give it a slow stroke, and Theo groans.

“Fuck, your hand feels good. But that’s not what I want right now. Open those gorgeous lips,” he orders. “I want to see youswallow my cock. Wanna watch that pretty mouth take all of me.”

There’s something about the commanding tone he uses that melts me. It’s going to be a challenge, but I’m not backing down, so I open wide and take him in, inch by inch. I fight the urge to gag as his cock disappears down my throat, but when my lips reach his base, it’s too much, so I pull back quickly.

“Fuck, baby. So goddamn good,” he says as he strokes my hair. “You’re so good for me. Try again. Take your time.”

I do as I’m told, but I go slower this time, exploring him with my mouth and tongue and pulling a series of groans out of him. He never takes his eyes off mine, even when I have most of his cock in my mouth. I bob up and down on him slowly, hoping he can feel every little sensation.

Theo’s hands slip from the top of my head to the sides of my face. He holds me in place.

“Is this okay?” he rasps.

I nod, unable to say anything, and he thrusts himself into my mouth, filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat again. It almost triggers my gag reflex, but not quite. Surprising myself, I moan my approval, and he grunts as he feels it, thrusting again.

“If it gets to be too much, pat my leg and I’ll stop, okay?” he asks.

I nod again, tears pricking at the edges of my eyes. He takes it slow and gentle for a few more strokes, but once he’s sure I can handle it, he picks up his pace gradually until he’s fully fucking my face, just like he said he would.

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