Page 111 of Fawn

I can’t make eye contact anymore. When I reach the spread apex of his thighs, I rock back onto my heels and wait… and wait… my nipples are hard points maddened by the lightest brush of my silk gown as I breathe, pussy aching and wet.

“Go ahead.”

My head snaps up to find him watching me through his dark, admiring eyes.

He makes a tutting sound, reminding me he gave an order, one I have yet to comply with.

My fingers turn clumsy as I fumble with his belt, a sob escaping me as it comes free, his pants part allowing me to close my fingers around his hot, silken length.

His fingers closing over mine, stilling me, comes as a shock. I wait, wondering as he leans forward and, grasping the neck of my gown with his free hand, pushes the material over my right shoulder.

It whispers over my skin, gathering at the crook of my arm, exposing one breast.

He leans back again, his eyes on what he has exposed, the other hand still wrapped around mine where it is wrapped around his cock.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Gideon?”

“Stunning,” Gideon says thickly.

Nox lifts his ass, shucking down his pants. He moves his hand slowly, taking mine with it, and then releases me.

I’m trembling, continuing the motion as though under a spell. My eyes lower to his cock: thick, hard, and long. Pre-cum leaks from the head, and the scent makes my mouth water. He wants me, wants this… he wants me to taste.

My mouth lowers, my lips enclose the sticky head, and I sigh.

“Such a good doe,” he rumbles, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Look at what you are doing to me while Gideon watches. I’m not going to last long. Not with you on your knees, your sweet lips wrapped around me, sucking me off.”

I suck him deeper, remembering when I did this to Wolf, how he wanted me to do that, how he came when I did.

Drawing air through my nose, I try to take as much of him as possible.

I gag.

His chuckle is low and husky.

I try to pull off, but he tightens his grip on my hair and holds me there, pushing me deeper still until his cock head lodges in my throat, and I can’t get any air.

Panic sets in. Arousal too. It’s like he has broken something inside me. Saliva and pre-cum leak around my lips and down my chin. My eyes are watering; dots are sparking behind them. It’s messy.

Why do I feel like I might spontaneously climax?

Why do I feel like I am soaring… like I am free?

He tugs me off.

I make a terrible, hoarse sound as air rushes into my lungs, blinking the tears away.

He brushes his thumb over my bruised lower lip. He shakes his head slowly, his smile wicked, and grasping the back of my head, shoves three fingers deep into my mouth.

I gag.

“Breathe through your nose, little doe.”

It doesn’t help. Is it supposed to?

“Open,” he growls.

Open?

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