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“It’ll fit,” he said, reading my thoughts again. “Do it again, this time with more suction. And go a little further with each pass.” He held his cock steady right above his balls, prepared to feed me his length.
I obeyed and retracted just to the head. This time, I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing slightly from the negative pressure. I moved him into my mouth again, gliding easier and quicker now that my saliva already coated his shaft. Doing as he said, I took more of him at the end of my pass. My eyes watered and my throat tightened, ready to eject the foreign mass that threatened to impale my pharynx.
“Fuck,” Bastien groaned. His hold on my hair tightened. “Again.”
With both of my hands on his hips, I repeated my motions, sucking hard and swallowing deeper with each stroke. I picked up the tempo, finding rhythm in my pleasure-giving. The beat awakened my own arousal, and I rocked my pelvis to alleviate the ache.
He encouraged my yearning. “Touch y’erself, baby. Start with your gorgeous tits.”
I palmed one of my breasts just as he would have, feeling its heaviness in my hand and then plucking the nipple as I sucked him off. I was learning that hand-mouth coordination was vital while giving head.
His rod pushed further into my mouth with every buck of his hips. He fucked my mouth hard, with no remorse. “Lift your dress up and show Daddy that pink pussy.”
I had never touched myself before, but the need was so strong that I pulled the gown skirt together and tied it into a knot over my belly, exposing my swollen flesh for his viewing pleasure. I moved my hand over my sex, and arousal coated my palm.
“Do it like I do. Rub y’er sweet clit.”
I wound tight circles with my fingers, moaning from the delicious sensation around his cock.
He twitched in my mouth. “Fuck, baby, y’er making my balls vibrate.”
I assumed that was a good thing. His size had grown larger, and it felt like he was ready to burst on my tongue at any moment. My lips reached the base of his cock and water spilled over the rims of my eyes, staining my cheeks with my pain.
“Cry for me, little songbird. I want to see how good it hurts.”
Bastien moved frantically, and his guttural grunts were loud enough to disturb the dead.
My hips writhed wildly as my fingers worked overtime on my clit to keep up with him.
“Baby,” he gritted out. “I’m about to blow, and I’m taking yeh with me. Get. There. Now.”
I curled my fingers, the tips chaotically rubbing against my slick slit with every stroke.
“Bastien!” My cry was muffled by his dick stuffed into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he bellowed before a spine-tingling growl consumed any further words. Warmth erupted in my mouth, filling it with his salty potion and threatening my gag reflex. My own body exploded, trills of pleasure radiating through me. Our bodies rode the waves together, still linked by his pulsing cock.
When I finally came down from my high, he pulled out of my mouth. His shaft was still thick, and it glistened under the moonlight.
“Show me,” he ordered.
I knew what he wanted to see and opened my mouth to show him the masterpiece he had painted on my tongue. Some of it dripped past my lips. He caught the drops with his finger and slid it into my mouth. “Never waste it.” His eyes were wild with fire. “Swallow it all.”
I closed my lips as best I could around his finger and let him feel the wetness disappear as I swallowed.
The smile of approval that tugged at his lips made me shiver.
He removed his finger and rubbed my lower lip, spreading moisture around. “Don’t go doin’ that to any other man but me, yeh hear?”
I sat back on my heels and smirked. “Yes, sir.”
Chapter 7
“Rosalie Légaré, you cannot wear black to dinner tonight!Absolument pas!”
Maman scrutinized the dress I had decided on last minute, her eye twitching in disapproval.
I thought I actually looked like a knockout for having pulled together this outfit in almost no time at all. She had abruptly burst into my room this morning in a flurry and poked through my wardrobe, urging me to “wash my underarms and perfume my chest.” Her words, not mine.
