Page 91 of Breakout
The pure lust on his face has my pussy clenching. The raw emotion is feeding into me, making me hotter.
With renewed energy, I move closer, my hands on his hips as I take his cock back in my mouth. I let it slide in as far as I can take it before pulling back out. I continue this motion, taking him deeper and deeper until I gag.
“Fuck,” he curses, his cock jerking a little in my mouth.
I look up at him,loving the way he looks so out of control.
Reaching down, he threads his hands in my hair as he moves me back to his cock slowly. I have time to say no, but I don’t want to. I like that I can make him go crazy. I have control over him in this moment even by allowing him to take control.
Holding my head, he slowly starts to pump into my mouth. When I gag once more, he pulls out.
“You’re doing so good. You can take it, baby. I’m so proud of you,” he whispers.
The positive reinforcement is doing it for me. I can feel my own arousal dripping from my pussy as I lean forward, my mouth open, asking for more even as my eyes water.
He takes it slow once more, pumping into my throat. This time, I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing. He slides into my throat, making me swallow.
“My fucking good girl. So fucking good.”
He pulls out short, then thrusts back in, wedging deep inside of my throat. I gag again as his cock jerks inside of my mouth, spilling his cum across the back of my throat. I pull back, needing air as I choke, making him finish on my face. I keep my eyes closed as I feel the warm, wet jets of his cum cover me.
When he finally stops, he sinks to his knees. “I’m sorry, Peyton. Are you okay?”
I smile, opening my eyes as I use my finger to swipe his cum from my face.“I’m great. How are you?” I tease as I pop his cum into my mouth.
He watches intently as heat fills his eyes once more. Honestly, I thought cum would taste worse. It’s warm and salty, but not the worst thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. I wipe the little bit left and do the same thing, smiling at Beckett the whole time.
“Marry me,” he mutters.
“Been there, done that.”
He pulls me closer to him, kissing me deeply. When he pulls away, he says, “Fuck yeah, we did. You’re mine, Peyton. Now be a good girl and get on the bed.”
I look down at his flaccid cock. “Slight problem.”
He smirks at me. “Who said I was using my cock?”
I swallow hard.
Oh shit. What have I gotten myself into?
I don’t know what’s gotten into Peyton, but I fucking love it.
When we first started our arrangement, she made it clear she would never give me a blow job. She said it was too personal for her.
Yet tonight, she did so without question. I never even asked her for one, so it’s not like she did it for that.
No, she did it because she wanted to. That made it so much hotter.
I didn’t miss the way she kept rubbing her legs together too. I think she was getting off on it as much as I was.
Then she had to go and practically eat my cum off of her face. It was so dirty and erotic. I swear if I had any blood flow left, I would have been hard as a rock.
Unfortunately, I am only human and need a recovery period, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of her.
Peyton is lying on the bed like I asked. I approach her, loving when she opens her legs for me as if I hold the key. I can see from here that she is glistening with her own arousal. I want to give her as much pleasure as she just gave me.
Climbing onto the bed between her legs, I run my fingers through her wetness. “You enjoyed sucking my cock, didn’t you?” I ask her.
