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I trail kisses down his torso, till my knees hit the floor. Giving him a slow lick first, I close my mouth over the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” Milo growls, both of his hands flying out to fist my hair.
Bobbing my head, I start to suck him off harder. I quicken my pace while the onslaught of dirty words pouring out of Milo’s mouth has my cheeks heating up again.
“Your mouth feels so good.”
“I love looking at you with my cock filling your mouth.”
If he doesn't stop talking, I am going to come just from listening to his words.
“I love fucking your mouth.”
“Do it,” I whisper, while I lick his tip to taste him.
“Do what?” Milo freezes, once more confused by my peculiarity.
I stay on my knees but pull away from his dick completely. His hand almost shoots out to push my face back. He looks like he is about to lose his shit, but he stays put.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I clarify.
“What?” Milo asks again.
“Don’t ask again,” I say more confidently this time. “I want you to fuck my mouth, and it needs to be rough.”
Milo doesn’t ask me again, and I part my lips for him. He is watching me closely, trying to assess if this is a mental breakdown. He must decide that it’s not because his hand fists the back of my hair.
I open my mouth a little wider in anticipation. Milo steps closer and thrusts himself inside my mouth, but not quite as rough as I know he likes to be in this situation.
Milo forgot. He might not have divulged on his sexual conquests, but those women sure did.
I know how rough he likes this particular act from their accounts. Just like the dirty talk, he held back in the past because I was young and shy.
Yes, back then this might have freaked me out. However, now I can openly voice my sexual comfort level. I would never offer something in bed that I couldn’t handle, and I am aware of the importance of a physical connection for Milo.
We are finally on the same page, emotionally. It’s ironic that now it’s our physical connection that’s crippling us.
Our physical relationship has always been explosive; toxic at times, and dynamite during other moments. We have to find some sort of happy median that allows me to feel safe, and allows him to view me as his sexual partner.
What we have is too good to pass up due to ghosts from the past. I need to get over my fears, and he needs to stop treating me like a porcelain doll.
I am hell bound on this goal. Digging my nails into his ass, I thrust his hips forward, so his cock hits the back of my throat. I lift my eyes to look at him. His lust-filled eyes flare as he watches me stare at him with his dick in my mouth.
Milo is squirming, groaning like he can’t take it anymore. He is staring at me with an incredulous look on his face. We keep eye contact as I feel his dick throbbing in my mouth.
It turns into a frenzy.
Milo starts thrusting into me punishingly hard, pulling at my hair each time he shoves inside me. My hand shoots up to cup his balls, giving him the last edge he needs.
He comes hard down my throat. His fist tightens in my hair, and his dick pushes in deeper into my mouth until I am gagging, struggling for air, with painful tears seeping out of my eyes.
With a final groan, he pulls out of my mouth. Milo lifts me to stand, and drops kisses all over my face.
A few minutes pass before I watch himleave theroom to dry our clothes. I simply turn around and collapse on his bed. Soon, Milofalls on the bed to join me.
He shapes my body with his hand and kisses my hair in the gentlest of ways.“Do you want to stay here for the night?”
Hell no. Milo is already on edge about my subsoncious physiological reactions. I don’t want to risk adding nightmares to that equation, which he will definitely hear if we sleep here together.
