Page 40 of Trustfall

After attempting to calm my dick down, I look back down at Emory and realize she’s waiting for me to tell her what to do.

“You want another taste, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums.

“Take me in your mouth, then. All the way.”

A look of apprehension splashes across her face. “I—I don’t know if I can fit the whole thing.”

“You can,” I assure her.

She moves forward again and wraps her lips around my cock. She only manages a few inches, but she starts licking and sucking. It’s shallow, but it still feels fucking incredible. Her mouth is just as warm and silky as I imagined.

“That’s it, Em. So good. Can you take a little more?”

She nods, unable to speak with her mouth full. I push my hips up and slide another inch into her mouth. She continues swirling her tongue and brings her hand up to cup my aching balls.

“Fuck.”

She continues sucking and twisting her tongue while she plays with my balls, and as much as I don’t want to yet, I think I’m gonna come. And then, suddenly, she stops her movements and pops off of me.Oh, no.For a second, I think she’s trying to get revenge for the epic edging I just gave her, but she doesn’t look vengeful. She seems nervous, uneasy.Shit.Was this too much for her? She said her last relationship had been messy. Was she triggered by something I did?

I felt downright homicidal when she mentioned her ex earlier. I’m not an idiot. I know she’s had relationships in the years we didn’t keep in touch. But to hear her say that it was ‘messy,’ which is basically just code for toxic-as-fuck, had me seeing red. There’s no way Emory was the toxic party in the relationship, meaning there is some scumbag out there who didn’t treat her right. And now, I might have just unknowingly brought up bad memories for her.

“Emory? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just—I want to try something, but I've never done it before.”

“Okay…” The suspense is killing me.

“I want you—I mean, canyouput it in my mouth?”

I exhale. Holy shit. Here I am, concerned that I re-traumatized her and she’s sitting there working up the nerve to ask me tofuck her face?This girl is nothing if not unpredictable. Now that I know I haven't offended her, I can't resist teasing her a little. It's too fun watching her blush when she talks about anything remotely sexual.

“What exactly do you want me to do, Emory?”

“You know, just put it in my mouth and…”

I laugh to myself but try not to let her see my amusement.

“I don’t understand,” I tease.

“Oh my God. This is ridiculous,” she huffs. “Luke, you know what I mean.”

“Maybe. But I want to hear you say it.”

She pouts as if she’s not going to budge, but determination wins out, and she yells, “I want you to fuck my mouth, Luke.” She looks momentarily victorious, but then her eyes fall to the ground.

I tip her chin up with my pointer finger. “You don’teverhave to be ashamed to ask for what you want, Emory. In sex, in life, ever.”

A soft smile appears on her lips, and she dips her head but keeps eye contact with me. “Okay.”

“You’ve really never let anyone fuck that pretty little mouth?”

“No.”

Pride swells in my chest. She’s never done that—never trusted someone enough to—but she trusts me. At least with this. Maybe soon she’ll trust me in other ways, too. It takes every ounce of self-restraint in my body to deny her. “Fuck, baby,” I growl, but when I meet her eyes again, they’re glassy. “Are you sure?”

“You told me to ask for what I want. This is what I want. I can’t explain it. I just—I want to be completely at your mercy.”

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