Page 7 of Lovesick

“Yeah, you know. And you like hearing me say it, don’t you?” He was still stroking his cock with his left hand, and it was starting to become harder not to look down. “You know when you’re even more beautiful?”

I swallowed the saliva that puddled up on the back of my tongue. Shaking my head slowly, I opened my mouth slightly as he pushed his thumb between my lips.

“When you have my big cock in your mouth. Love having those pretty lips wrapped around it while you keep looking at me.” He licked his lips and pushed his thumb further into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. “I want you to suck it nice and slow at first. Then, when I tell you to, I want you to suck it hard. I want the tip to hit the back of your throat, and I want you to choke on it.”

I wanted all of that too. I could handle it. I’ve handled it many times before.

“You got that?” he asked, pulling his thumb back out.

“Yes.”

“Say my name.”

My jaw clenched. God, there was no escaping. I had my chance, and I thought I would make it without giving in to him, but I didn’t. “Yes, Dean.”

“That’s right,” he muttered. “Open your mouth. Stick that tongue out.”

I did as I was told, and seconds later, he spit into my mouth. “Don’t swallow that. I want it on my dick. You can look at it now.”

My eyes immediately dropped to his hand still wrapped around his cock, and when he pressed it in my direction, I leaned in to take him into my mouth. I curled my tongue around his tip, wetting it with his saliva mixed with mine. Admittedly, there were certain moments I felt dirty. Especially when I let him order me around like this.

I sucked him deep, swallowing hard to take more of him until his cock hit the back of my throat. Then I pulled away, only to do it again. It didn’t take long before I heard a quiet groan escape his lips.

God…the sounds he made turned me on. I pressed my thighs together to stop the sharp aching of my clit. It wasn’t my turn, and I wanted to focus on Dean.

His words came back to me, and I sucked slower, working over every inch of him as he watched me. His hands ran into my curls, pushing them away from my face, and finally holding my hair at the back of my head with one tight fist. “That’s it,” he groaned, breathing in sharply through his teeth. “Nice and slow, baby. But I know you can take more than that.”

His fist tightened in my hair, and he held me in place as he slid deeper inside. I gagged as it hit an ever deeper spot at the back of my throat, feeling the burn of him filling every inch of me.

“Don’t move.”

It was hard to breathe, and my eyes watered at the lack of air filling my lungs. I was still looking at him, obeying at all times, but I had to close my eyes when he pushed my head further down. Spit ran down my chin in thick ropes while he used my mouth with an intensity that bordered on viciousness.

Still, I was enjoying this.

“Fuck, yeah,” Dean groaned as I gagged on him again. “That’s fucking hot. You’re going to make me come if you keep choking like that.”

My hands flew up to his thighs, and I held on to him, trying to steady myself as he continued to hold me there. I started to feel dizzy, but the high I was riding was too incredible to just let go.

His thrusts were slow at first, and when he didn’t want to move anymore, he grabbed my head with both hands and bobbed it up and down, my mouth sliding fast along his cock. He kept going as more saliva dropped to the inside of his thighs, then, he pulled out abruptly, leaving both of us panting as if we’d just run a race together. A string of spit stretched from my lips to his tip, and he watched it with so much lust in his eyes.

I looked up at him, confused as to why he stopped when he didn’t even come yet. I slowly licked my bottom lip, getting the string of saliva to break. He kept his eyes on me, taking me in as he rubbed his hardness.

“You love getting face-fucked by this cock,” he said breathlessly.

I nodded without saying a word. He looked as if he was trying to figure something out. His gaze wandered all over my face and down to my blouse, then his eyes met mine again as he said, “Coming on your clothes isn’t such a good idea with everyone else still in the office.”

Oh, so that’s why he stopped? He needed a minute to think. It was a bit amusing to see him gather all his thoughts and ideas when his goal of ejaculating was actually so simple. Dean wasn’t a simple man though. He calculated every move, every word he said. And he needed for everything to be exactly the way he wanted it to.

He reached out with his right hand and cupped my jaw. “But I guess your mouth will have to do for now.”

Dean pulled me closer again, putting his hand on the back of my head now before pushing the head of his cock past my lips once again. I moaned as he filled my mouth and gave a bit of suction to let him know that I wanted more. It didn’t take us long to get back into the rhythm.

He groaned out in pleasure and lifted his hips to push himself further down my throat, making me gag again. That sound made his cock throb against my tongue, and his fingers curled into my hair.

“Open your eyes, Emilia. Look at me while I come in this hot mouth.”

My eyes flicked up as I tried to breathe through my nose. There was an intense, electric sensation running through me, and my body started to feel weak. I held on tighter to his thighs when I felt his cock jolt uncontrollably in my mouth, and shortly after, a warm, salty taste covered my tongue.

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