Page 78 of Coming Home Country
I hollowed out my cheeks and began to suck in earnest as he setthe pace.
“Not going to last long.” His grunted words of warning from above only served to spur me on. I wanted to push him over the edge, to hear my name torn from his throat when he came.
I was so wet that the hand between my thighs was drenched, coated in my arousal, as I rubbed tight circles over my clit, wanting to fall over that cliff with him.
My moans allowed Tucker to slide further down my throat, and a strangled groan sounded as he held himself there, cutting off my air supply for a few seconds before pulling back.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, realizing he might’ve pushed it too far.
Apologies were the last thing I wanted right now.
Dragging my mouth off his cock, my words came out hoarse. “Do it again.”
His jaw hung slack, allowing a surprised exhale to spill past his lips. “Are you sure?”
I could appreciate his concern that maybe I was out of my mind with lust and didn’t know what I was asking for. But I wasn’t an inexperienced teenager anymore. I was a grown-ass woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
And right now, what I wanted was to deep-throat his cock.
Since words weren’t enough to convince him, maybe actions would do the trick.
My pussy practically wept in protest when I removed my hand, but I told her to pipe down. Even if I didn’t get off now, I had no doubt Tucker would rectify that situation—likely more than once—before the evening was over.
In this moment, it was far more important to show the man I loved what I was capable of. To show him I wasn’t fragile and could take just about anything he could dish out.
First, I reached around him with both hands and tugged his pants and boxers down his legs so I could anchor my grip on his firm ass. Then, I took his cock back inside my mouth and used my hold to force him as far down my throat as I could take him.
“Jesus Christ, Bex.” His rasped response was music to my ears.
My eyes flashed up to find him staring down at me with a mix of hunger and awe.
I swallowed around the head of his cock, massaging it with my throat muscles. That was enough to spark action on his part.
Fucking finally.
My cry was cut off, along with my access to oxygen, when my head was wrenched back, held immobile as Tucker’s hips surged.
A hand came to rest along the front of my throat, the grip loose but firm.
“Goddamn, I can fucking feel how deep you’re taking me.”
Black spots danced across my vision, and tears flowed freely down my face, but I didn’t care. My entire focus had narrowed to bringing pleasure to the man standing before me. At any cost.
Sensing I was walking the fine line of consciousness, Tucker pulled back, and my chest heaved as I sucked in gasping lungfuls of air. But it was only a temporary reprieve because as soon as he was confident I’d inhaled enough to keep me from passing out, he pushed back inside my mouth, driving deeper than I thought possible.
His thrusts grew shallow, buried as far down my throat as he could reach with my nose pressed to his pubic bone.
“Feels so fucking good,” he panted on a groan. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
It might sound like a warning, but knowing Tucker, he was asking for permission.
Time to show him I picked up some new tricks during our time apart.
The fingers of one hand were still slick from when I’d been touching myself, so I slid them between his cheeks, putting firm pressure on his asshole. Not enough to push inside, but enough to spark his orgasm.
“Fuck! Bex!” My name was shouted on an earth-shattering cry as his dick swelled inside my mouth, and the first spurt of cum shot down my throat.
I swallowed every last drop, continuing to suck until Tucker shoved me away, claiming he was too sensitive and needed me to stop.
