Page 42 of Stolen Sun

After a moment, I begin to kneel in front of him.

"Not yet." He grabs my hair yanking me back up, his tongue claiming my mouth.

When he pulls away from the dirty kiss, he snaps the neckline of my shirt. Keeping my eyes locked to his, I take it off for him and drop it on the ground. He breaks away from my gaze to watch me undo my bra. As soon as my chest is exposed to him, he lightly circles my nipple. His fingertips glide across my skin to wrap around my throat.

“All of it."

His hand stays in place as I lean forward to push my shorts and thong down my legs. The pressure makes it harder to breathe, so I let them slide to my ankles and toss them away with my feet. He stares into my soul as he tightens his grip on my throat. I know he's pushing me to find my limits, and I'm just as curious to find them.

I slip my thumbs into the waistband of his pants. “My turn, Dec.”

His eyes grow heavy and he lets go of my throat. He holds his arms out slightly to either side, allowing me access to him. I slide his sweatpants down his hips, freeing his hard cock. Even though I try to control my reaction,I can feel my eyebrows raise. I kneel down quickly, so he won’t be able to see my face.

Placing my hands on his thighs, I lean forward to lick the tip before sucking it into my mouth. His legs flex, and he sucks in a breath. His reaction along with how good he feels in my mouth urges me forward.

Grabbing him at the base, I slowly lick and suck my way down the side of his cock, fully understanding now that the gagging exercises were for actual practice and not just a dirty visual for him. Once he’s completely slick, I take him to the back of my throat, gagging around him but pushing through it.

He grabs the base of my head. He twists his fingers into my hair and forces me to look up slightly. The angle allows me to take more of him, and the pleasure written clearly on his face has my pussy dripping.

“Breathe through your nose and stick out your tongue,” he says, his voice raspy with need.

I do as I’m told and a moan escapes from the back of my throat. I watch as his brows furrow, and he begins to move.

“This pretty mouth was made for me.”

He watches me choke and gag around him. Using his free hand, he smears my tears down my face.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he says and pumps faster into me.

I’m mesmerized by this god of a man losing control above me. His thrusts into my throat become rough as the tears fall out of my eyes.

“Touch yourself, Noel,” he says breathlessly, keeping his pace.

I reach between my legs to feel myself soaked. I can hear my fingers moving through my wet pussy, andhis face tells me he hears it too.

“Fuck that pretty little cunt with two fingers while I fuck your mouth.” As he says the words, he pumps hard into the back of my throat, causing me to gag again.

He pulls out of my mouth and strokes his dripping wet cock with his hand. “Let me watch you finger yourself.”

Leaning forward, I try to take him back into my mouth.

“You can have it back once there’s two fingers inside of you,” he says while he continues to stroke himself in my face.

I slip two fingers in, desperate to own his pleasure.

“Good girl. Now curl them and push up until you feel it,” he says through heavy breathing.

“Feel what?” I ask, but I whimper before he can answer when I touch the spot he wanted me to find.

“Do what I do.”

He slides the tip of his dick over my lips before pushing into my mouth again. I gag when he shoves back into my throat, but I recover quicker this time. He thrusts slowly in and out of my throat, waiting for me to follow his lead. As he slides in, I push my fingers in. As he pulls back, I do the same.

He nudges my knees with his feet to open wider, giving him a better view.

Then he picks up the pace, and I follow his lead.

The ache deep in the pit of my stomach tightens into a ball of tension. Drool is running down my chin, and I’m moaning around him as he pounds into the back of my throat.

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