Page 41 of Trustfall

“Jesus, Emory.” She looks hopeful. “Okay.”

I grip my still rock-hard cock and bring it up to her lips, rubbing it along the seam. “If it’s too much, tap on my leg, yeah?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now open your mouth for me.”

The sight of her kneeling vulnerable before me is my own fucked-up fantasy come to life. But when she parts her lips and sticks her tongue out, I almost bust my nut all over her chest right then and there. I don’t waste any more time, bringing my cock to her lips and feeding my length back into her mouth.

“Fuck, Em. I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I had to carry your bratty ass out of the bar that night.”

She tries to say something, probably in self-defense, but her mouth is too full, so it comes out garbled.

“Remember, tap my thigh if it’s too much. Otherwise, you don’t get to talk right now. You will take my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours. Every fucking inch. Understand?”

She nods, relaxing her features, and I can see in her eyes that she is letting herself fully submit to me. I start pushing in and out, slowly, still not all the way in. I give her a couple more inches, and she sputters and gags.

“Breathe, baby,” I remind her.

She gives me a slight nod, and I quirk my eyebrow. “Stop me if it’s too much.” But she doesn’t stop me. Instead, she holds her hands up to show me she won’t tap my leg. I press a little further until she’s nearly deep-throating me. When I make it past her gag reflex, she seems to relax again, but she’s still not breathing.

“Breathe through your nose, Emory,” I tell her. “You’re gonna pass out again if you hold it.” I watch to make sure she inhales and exhales through her nose and continue my slow thrusts.

“Good girl. Relax your throat. You’re doing so well.”

I pull all the way out on the last thrust just to check on her.

“More,” she pants. “You’re holding back.”

Jesus Christ. This woman.

I grab a fistful of her hair and shove back in, picking up speed as I go. If she wants more, she’s gonna get fucking more. I shove into her hot mouth, and she hums, the vibrations almost tipping me over the edge. My release starts spreading up to my abdomen, and I know I’m close.

“I’m gonna come, Em. Push me off, or I’m coming in your mouth.” She makes no move to push me and instead urges me on.

One more snap of my hips, and my cock is pulsing, spilling warm cum down her throat. She sputters and gags, spit and cum dripping down her lips onto her chin. I’m about to wipe it off with my thumb when her tongue darts out, and she licks the perimeter of her mouth, ensuring she gets every last drop.

Holy Shit.

I fall back on the couch, chest heaving, attempting to catch my breath. She joins me as I tuck myself back in. I put an arm around her and kiss the top of her head. Her hair is damp with sweat, but it doesn’t stop me from letting my lips linger, inhaling the sweet scent that can only be hers.

“That was incredible, Emory.”

She smiles proudly as she jostles around, looking for her clothes that are strewn about the floor. She finds her bra and eyes her completely ruined underwear. “I’m just gonna put on some clean clothes.”

“Wait.” I grab her wrist. “Here.” I take my shirt off and motion for her to hold her arms up. She does, and I slip my shirt over her head. “I know how you like men’s T-shirts,” I say with a wink.

“Thanks. But I still need new underwear,” she insists.

“Nope. I told you I wanted you to lose pants from your vocabulary. I’m adding underwear to that list. There’s no need for such things.”

She rolls her eyes and sits back down next to me, my shirt coming down to mid-thigh.

“It’s still early. Want to watch something?” I ask.

“Sure. But maybe you shouldn’t stay the night? I know you have before, but if we’re doing the casual thing, we should have some rules, right? No sleepovers seems like an obvious one.”

“We can do whatever we want. Rules. No rules. But if you’re uncomfortable with me sleeping over, I won’t.”

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