Page 84 of Defend Me

I teased the tip of his dick with a quick tap of my tongue to taste his precum, then I licked my lips. He laced his fingers through my hair at the back of my head and tipped it back slightly.

“Open.”

As soon as I complied, he guided his dick into my mouth. The movement was controlled, his shaft brushing over my tongue with agonizing slowness. This was so unlike anything I was used to. The men I’d been with did things with urgency, only concerned with chasing their orgasm like it was a race.

When I tried to close my lips around him, he pulled all the way out and tutted at me. I opened again, waiting for him to let me have more.

He slid in just as slowly, but this time, I forced myself to stay still. I stared up at him and he watched me just as intently. I knew that if I didn’t stay like this, he’d go right back to the beginning, so I kept my mouth open and let him inch his way in.

It was difficult not to move when he reached past my molars. I relaxed my throat and focused on keeping myself from gagging while he fed me his dick. When he’d given me everything he had, I whimpered, desperate for him to let me suck on him.

After making shallow movements to nudge at my throat a few times, he pulled all the way out, then thrust back in. I groaned and gripped his thighs.

“Is this too much?” he asked, even though his voice told me that he wasn’t all that concerned.

I shook my head, digging my fingers into his legs, begging him for more. He cupped the underside of my jaw with more gentleness than I’d expected.

“Your turn, Tilian.”

Immediately, I closed my mouth and pulled back to the tip. I ran my tongue over the underside of his head on the way out and applied pressure there before I took him to the base. His dick was heavy in my mouth and everything I could’ve dreamed of.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “I love that tongue ring.”

I smiled around him. As I paid special attention to his head, I kept my eyes on his face, which had the most open expression I’d ever seen on him. The occasional whimper fell from his lips, each one punctuated by a pinch in his brow. I hung on those sounds and memorized every movement that drew them out of him.

When his fingers tightened in my hair again, I became desperate for another show of dominance from him. I let go of his dick, which made him look down at me.

“Fuck my mouth,” I said.

He blinked, then raised a brow. “Say that again.”

“Fuck my mouth, Brooks. Use me how you need to. Please.”

After adding his other hand to my hair, he yanked me forward. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but I recovered quickly and relaxed myself. He gave me exactly what I’d asked for. His grip was unyielding and his pace left me almost no chance to breathe. It kept me right on the edge of consciousness at times. It was just enough to stay in this moment with him while offering me an occasional sense of euphoria that made me feel like I was out of my body, just existing while I was used as an object for him to release all of his pent-up emotions.

I loved every goddamn minute of it.

As he got closer to his orgasm, he slowed down but pounded into my throat even harder. Unintelligible noises escaped me, drowned out by the way he filled me so completely. He grunted, but he held himself back from finishing.

“Make yourself cum,” he demanded.

I fumbled my dick out of my pants. Once my fingers wrapped around it, my hips jolted. It was so sensitive from being turned on for this long. It would take hardly anything for me to cum.

“No,” he said suddenly. “Don’t finish yet.”

A whine came from my throat, but I slowed the movements with my hand. He thrust into me a few more times, then dropped his head back with a feral groan. I watched his abs flex with the intensity of his orgasm. His cum shot into my throat before he pulled back enough for the rest to spill onto my tongue. I licked up the length of him slowly, collecting every bit on the way out.

He gripped my elbows and pulled me to my feet, then dropped to his knees and immediately buried me in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, instinctively settling one hand on his head.

Having Brooks freaking Elrod on his knees made me feel more powerful than I ever had. It was impossible to look away as his slender fingers gripped my base and his chocolate brown eyes stayed locked on mine.

I would’ve been embarrassed that it only took a few passes for me to cum, but this whole thing had been like an edging game. There was no way I could hold on, especially with the wet heat of his mouth around me. It was entirely unexpected and as I came undone, I couldn’t formulate a thought well enough to wonder how we’d ended up here.

“God, Brooks. Fuck.”

He swallowed every drop before he released my dick and leaned his forehead against my stomach. After a moment, he bit down on my pelvic bone, making me hiss. When he got to his feet, he gripped my jaw firmly and kissed me with enough possessiveness to make me want to swear fealty to him.

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