Page 74 of Secret Mission

What if I disappoint him?

“I need to put this out there, I can’t deep throat.”

The smile he throws could be measured in megawatts and is downright devious. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you don’t have to. Just use your mouth on the head and your hands on my shaft.”

I can do that.

Hunger knots my insides as my shaking hands find his button and zipper.

Like it’s spring loaded, the engorged cock leaps from the waistband of his boxer briefs as soon as I open the fly to his cargo pants.

Groaning, his hands slide into my hair, fingertips teasing along my sensitive scalp. “Careful, if you breathe on me, I’m going to detonate.”

I did this to him. A feeling of excitement and power makes me soar.

The shaft is scorching hot when I wrap him in my grip.

The shift of his hips pushes him against my hold.

Veins throb. Heat builds. He even seems to grow bigger.

Looking up, I find his eyes locked on me. Hot, heavy. Claiming me without ever being inside of me.

Flames licking through my heart, I touch my tongue to my lips and lean down to capture the smooth, dusky tip in my mouth. Blood surges in his shaft again as his fingers tighten in my hair.

A growl shakes through him, all the way into his cock.

But when I expect him to start moving, he leaves me in total control.

God, I should have watched more videos on giving head. Two blow jobs in my lifetime does not even qualify me as a novice.

But it feels good. He feels so sexy in my mouth I close my eyes and let the feeling swarm through me. Nature guides me to suck and lick and move.

Moisture builds and builds on my tongue as the thick head of his cock fills every part of my mouth, until it’s dripping down his shaft, slippery and delicious under my fingertips.

His cock makes me gag a little, but that’s okay, it only adds to the excitement.

Low moans fill the room, and I vaguely know they’re coming from both of us.

“Fuck, just like that,” Truck rasps, his body tensing below my hold. Restlessness twisting his legs. “If you don’t want to swallow, you need to be ready to move.”

With a nod, I take him deeper, just to the back of my mouth.

Heat tingles up my spine.

God, I didn’t know doing this could be so arousing.

It was always just a thing. Maybe a mutual exchange of pleasure, but this feels like giving something so much more important.

This is not just transactional…it’s freaking sexy, intimate, and the thought of him losing control and the anticipation of tasting his cum drives me forward with reckless enthusiasm.

“God. That’s it,” he breathes raggedly. “Oh, goddamn. I’m so close. Rightthere.”

I know.

His legs are shaking, his fingers are twisting the roots of my hair, the pounding pulse in his cock is wild.

When I wring my fingers tightly around the base of his shaft, he freezes, with a grunt his breath locks, his cock surges. Definitely growing bigger.

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