Page 148 of Swallow Your Sorries

When we get inside, he lets me slide to my feet but I sway against him as I gasp for air. He barely lets me inhale before he presses his lips to mine. He only breaks the contact to roll my leotard down my waist, followed by my tights until I’m completely exposed and he’s still completely dressed.

“What are you—”

I watch as he binds my wrists faster than I can blink, faster than I can protest.

“I didn’t get to undress you yet.”

“What’s stopping you?” he asks, leading me to the table and pushing me back onto it.

Fuck, he looks sexy poised over me as he works to secure my hands to a table leg. My tights have just enough stretch that I can still lie in the centre.

“You’re tying my hands?”

“You have a mouth, don’t you?” he asks, leaning down so his hair tumbles forward.

The man is beautiful, painstakingly beautiful, if nothing else.

“Be a good girl. Show me how you can use it.”

He sits up on his knees, pulls his shirt over his head, and then leans forward, close enough to my lips so I can grasp his dangling drawstring with my teeth.

But I take far longer than I need to pull the knot loose and watch the waistband slip down his hips slowly, painfully slowly until they settle around his muscular thighs.

I was wrong. He’s more than painstakingly beautiful. I can’t even put into words what exactly he is at all as I trace the deep etching of his abs, made deeper by the shadows. Then I follow the V cut on his hips that point to what I’ve been dreaming about for months. What I’d just insulted and what’s pointing at me accusingly.

I’ve never been overly attracted to the dick pics I’ve seen online. All I cared about was if it was thick enough to make me believe that the girl bouncing on it wasn’t faking. Gant’s definitely thick enough.

Maybe too thick.

I follow the slightest curve upward to the glistening tip that shines in the moonlight. A drop slips onto my chin and Gant smiles wickedly.

“You look…” he says, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Afraid.”

Eyes locked on his, I lean forward and run my tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling every vein. “Of what? Me sucking your soul out?” I ask before kissing the head that jumps. “You said I knew how to call it back. Remember?”

There it is again, his eyes that somehow managed to turn even blacker as he thrust forward until his head splits my lips and he slides deep into my throat.

I surprise myself when I don’t gag. When I breathe through my nose and keep calm as he threads his fingers through my hair and lifts my head to meet him with each thrust until we establish a rhythm. Three deep strokes, then he’s pulling me off to breathe for a half second, watching the sticky strings of saliva drip from his cock and my lips onto my chin, then my tits admiringly before repeating it all over again.

His eyes are fighting to stay open as he stares at me through hooded lids, but I’m fully focused. Fully trained on watching what he likes not just because I want to please him but because I like, no love how he encourages me.

“Such a good girl,” he says, reaching between my legs and I don’t fight him as he strums my clit. “Just another inch.”

I gag, but he doesn’t let up.

“The first time I explode, I want it to be inside of your sweet pussy. Get ready for me again. Water for me.”

He pinches my clit and I jump, moaning around his width and relishing in the pain as he tugs my head, working himself deeper. When he finally pulls out, he replaces his cock with his fingers, already coated with my wetness. He pushes them deep into my throat, massaging my tongue before smearing them over my lips.

I can smell myself, taste myself mixed with him and he must want the same because he kisses me like he’s never kissed me before, sucking on my tongue and my lips like he can’t get enough.

When he finally pulls away to stand over me and kick off his sweatpants, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a better view, but immediately I’m cold.

Immediately, I want his warmth on me, over me and in me.

Settling between my knees, he grips them, spreading them wide to stare at my pussy glistening in the moonlight.

“So fucking pretty.”

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