Page 6 of King of Deception

My lips part as my eyes grow wide. Maybe I should have inspected the goods before I committed to the blowjob. I’m at the beginner level and even I know he is not beginner-sized.

He must sense my hesitation. With one hand still cupping between my legs, his finger inside me, he wraps a hand around the back of my head, his fingers gliding through my curtain of hair.

Slowly, he pulls me closer, and I lick my lips before I part them, letting the tip slide into my mouth.

My tongue darts out and I taste the smallest pearl of salty liquid. I’ve heard girls say it’s gross, but I find it… kind of amazing.

I don’t think delicious is the right word, but for some reason, I want more. It’s just like him. Strong. Masculine. I sink my lips further down him, tentatively exploring.

“You ever done this before, Bella?”

I wince, knowing that he can tell. But he doesn’t look upset as he pushes deeper into my mouth.

If anything, the cords of his neck stand out as he fists my hair tighter. I like that too. I think I would let this man do all manners of dirty and depraved things to me and that thought makes me sink even further, my lips wrapped around him until he hits the back of my throat.

And then, I don’t know why, I hold. I like him filling me. I swear, I want to let him fill other places, not just my mouth.

We’ve barely started and he groans his approval, his head falling back, before he pulls my hair to slide his cock back out of my mouth. I come off with a pop, a little drool connecting my lip to the tip.

“Just like that,” he grunts, pushing back into my mouth. “You’re a natural.”

Is he just saying that? I forget to worry as he hits the back of my throat again. “Hollow out your cheeks.”

Is it weird that he’s teaching me to do this? Give a blowjob?

But I do as he commands, letting him guide me with his hand at the base of my skull.

His left hand is flexing against my scalp, his right still cupping my sex, his finger inside me. I can feel his body tightening, his cock lengthening and thickening in my mouth.

I swear, it’s making me hotter, and my body is rising to meet his. My hips start rocking against his hand as I tighten around his finger.

“Fuck, Bella,” he growls, pumping in and out of me. “You’re so tight.”

I sink even further down on him, tears starting to stream from my eyes as I he fills my mouth with his cock.

It’s like I can’t get enough. I think I’m trying to take as much of him as possible while I have this chance. Or maybe it’s because I know I’ll never see him again.

I know what this is, Gris is not my Prince Charming. Just like I know what waits for me back home. But in this moment, I want as much of him as I can get.

I feel the current of energy that runs through him, I know he’s close. I’m getting close too, my body beginning to shake as my second orgasm grows and swells.

I close my eyes, sliding up and down his thick shaft until he explodes in my mouth. I swallow him down, too far gone to even care, as my own body erupts in another orgasm.

I can’t even cry out, but my eyes roll back, my body shuddering.

He pulls out of my mouth, his lips crashing down over mine, the kiss a sloppy mess. The orgasm was amazing. The kiss nearly as good.

I have no idea how men usually act after they cum, but I think it might be a good sign that I did all right since his tongue is in my mouth, his hand still wrapped between my legs, his finger inside me.

“Arabella,” he rasps low and deep.

I look up at him, my brow furrowing. Something isn’t right.

But he kisses me again, his finger slowly withdrawing from inside my body.

And then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me up the bed and settling me into the cradle of his arms under the covers.

I sigh, snuggling deep into his embrace.

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