Page 44 of Trust In Me

Pulling his cock out of my throat, I make sure to look him in the eyes as I explain, ignoring the saliva dripping from my mouth after having his cock so deep. “Don’t hold back, Kellan. I want all of you. I want the full Kellan experience…”

Before I have a chance to explain, he cuts me off. “But, Mia, I don’t want to trigger…”

Now it’s my turn to interrupt him. Looking him straight in the eye, I give him my cockiest smirk, as I scoop the saliva off my chin before spreading it across his cock using my hand. “Unless, of course, you want me to stop playing with your big, hard cock?”

Kellan growls. “Fuck. You better remember your safe word, Mia.”

“I remember, and I have no intention of using it. Now, are you going to put your hands on my head?” I ask, goading him with my eyes and the cocky smile I learnt from him.

Kellan doesn't hesitate and he grabs hold of my head, threading his fingers through my hair until I can feel my roots stinging as they are pulled from my scalp. It’s not painful, and although Kellan is taking charge in a forceful way, it at no point feels like he is manhandling me in a bad way, I just think I’m finally getting him to let go enough to show me how it really feels to be with him.

He pushes my head onto his cock, and I let him guide it deep into my mouth, sticking my tongue out farther to allow him deeper access. I’m balls deep, and my tongue actually touches his ball sack as his cock sits deep in my throat. Kellan holds my head in position, and my eyes start to water and my lungs begin to burn as they are prevented from getting air. My hands grip tightly against Kellan’s thighs, and it’s like he knows exactly what my limits are because as soon as I start to panic over the loss of air, Kellan pulls me off his cock. I cough and splutter, gasping for breath as water from my eyes mixes with the spittle that drips from his mouth all the way to his wet cock.

“Fuck, Mia. That feels amazing,” Kellan growls before gently guiding my head back down onto his cock.

We repeat this process a few times, Kellan loving the way I’m able to take all his cock deep into my throat, and in between while I’m gasping to collect as much air as I can, I use my hand to pump up and down his shaft.

After a while his groans become more guttural and his movements more frantic. I can feel his cock beginning to swell impossibly further in my mouth. I can tell he’s reaching his peak, so when he pulls me off his cock, I can’t help but groan in frustration.

“If you keep doing that, Flower, I am going to come for sure,” Kellan explains, and I can’t help the cocky, proud grin that spreads across my face.

“That’s kinda the point, babe,” I retort, letting the nickname just fall off my tongue without even thinking about it. I know he calls me Flower, but I’ve never really had a nickname for him. Babe may be corny as fuck, but it just felt natural to say it.

“You don’t have to swallow my cum, Mia. Besides, I would much rather come while I’m buried deep in your pussy.” Fuck, his words do delicious things to my insides. I want that too, but I’m torn because I also want to taste him the way he did me.

Suddenly, an idea pops into my very dirty mind. “Why can’t you do both?” I ask, not meaning for it to come out as a challenge, which Kellan took it to be. I think he thought I was questioning his virility, and his ability to come twice in one session. As he stares at me with one eyebrow cocked, like he is more than happy to accept that challenge, my stomach begins to flip at the thought.

“Oh I can most definitely go twice, maybe more. Whenever you’re around, you literally drive me fucking crazy. I have a permanent boner, thanks to you. Now it’s time you make it right. Don’t you think?” he asks, that cocky smirk spread across his face.

He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he pushes my head back down onto his cock. Using my hand, mouth, and tongue, it doesn’t take me long to get him back to the edge again, as he was before. His hand is fisted into the hair on the back of my head, and even though there’s a delicious sting when he pulls, he never causes me pain. I feel his muscles start to coil beneath my hands on his stomach and thigh, and his breathing becomes erratic. The vein running the length of his cock begins to pulsate, and I hear Kellan’s voice grinding out through his gritted teeth. “I need to come, Mia. Now. You can pull away if you want.”

I don’t move, I simply continue my sucking action and it’s not long before I feel his cock begin to pulsate. Before I know it, ropes of cum are shooting into the back of my throat, and I have to pull my head back slightly so as to not choke.

I let the salty fluid build at the back of my mouth, sitting on my tongue, and I use my hand around the shaft to continue to pump him through the remainder of his orgasm. I waste no time swallowing it all, and I’m actually quite surprised by the taste. I expected it to be horrible and make me sick—thanks to previous experiences—but this was nothing like that. He tasted salty, but with a slightly sweet element. In fact, I quite enjoyed the whole thing.

I think it was the actual act of having power over Kellan, and being able to give him as much pleasure as he gives me. I even enjoyed the way he took control, guiding my head and being responsible for my breathing. If you’d asked me this morning, I would’ve told you there’s no way in hell I’d give that power to someone else, but this is Kellan. I didn’t even consider it, I just acted.

Kellan continues gasping, trying to catch his breath, and I sit there on my knees in between his legs, just looking at this beautiful man. I stare in amazement at his cock that’s still semi-erect, and I wonder how the hell he can do that after he just came so fucking much.

Kellan’s chuckle lets me know I must have said that last part aloud. “I told you before, Mia. It’s you. You drive me fucking crazy, and my cock will always be ready for more with you. But we don’t have to,” he explains, looking almost sheepish at the end. It’s so sweet to see him blushing over me. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to believe that I’m capable of eliciting that kind of a response from a guy like him. He only has to look at me with that cocky grin and I’m physically dripping, so why can’t he feel the same?

Kellan pulls me up into his arms, until I’m laying on his chest with my legs on either side, straddling his hips. I can feel his cock just below my pussy, and all it would take is a few shuffling motions, and a tilt of my pelvis, and I’d be able to slip him inside me. Something I didn’t realise I wanted so much until the opportunity presented itself. I can’t deny that thoughts of tomorrow do flash through my mind. How much worse will things be when I have to end this if we do take things all the way? I try to push the thoughts to one side, but the truth is, it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker, whether I’ve fucked him or not. I love him, and that isn’t going to change in the next couple of hours.

“We don’t have to do anything more tonight, Mia,” Kellan says, as he strokes my hair in a soothing way. I think he mistook my silence, my deep thought, for regret, or something else.

I shake my head and decide to cover myself with humour. “Why? Don’t you think you can go again, old man?” I ask with a chuckle, and before I even have a chance to finish the laughter that bursts out of me, Kellan picks me up and rolls me until he is hovering over me, his body pressing against mine. He’s so close I can feel his breath against my lips, and I can feel his hard cock sitting against my pussy lips. It wouldn’t take much for his cock to slide in.

I try to wriggle to get my legs open a little more, as that will make it easier for his cock to find my entrance, but Kellan holds me tightly in place. His eyes are hooded, and his cocky grin is hitched up on one side before he leans forward, closing the impossibly small gap, and places his lips against mine. It’s a sweet, chaste kiss, and I try to deepen it, loving the taste of him as always, but this time he pulls away. I can’t help the childish groan of frustration that escapes.

“I would be more than happy to show you exactly how many times I can go, but I wouldn’t want to destroy your pussy on the first night. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck you so hard that you feel me long after I’ve gone.” His words sound almost like a growl and his dirty words speak directly to my waiting pussy. I feel myself starting to get wet and I try desperately to tilt my hips, desperate to relieve the ache that’s growing between my legs.

“Please, Kellan.” I don’t exactly know what I’m begging him for, but I do know that I want whatever he is willing to give me. Unfortunately, that’s not enough for Kellan.

“Tell me exactly what you want, Flower. Or you won’t get it.” To emphasise his point, he grinds his cock hard against my pussy lips, creating the most delicious friction against my clit. I want to be able to open my legs, to feel him touching me everywhere. I’ve never been asked what I want, and I’m not entirely sure what to say.

“I want everything. All of you, Kellan,” I whisper, averting my gaze from his as a blush spreads across my cheeks. He reaches up until his hands are on both of my cheeks, making it impossible for me to turn away from looking straight at him.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed with me, beautiful. Listen to your body and use your words. I want to hear every dirty detail of what you want me to do to you. I want to know exactly what you need.”

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