Page 103 of Reacher
His eyes softened, as he guided his dick to my lips, and I poked my tongue out, teasing at the tip, tasting him, before I opened wide. I loved the gasps he always let out involuntarily, when I caught him unawares like that. Already this was more distracting than I’d even imagined possible. It was the perfect response from Reacher.
He pressed deep into my mouth, as I did my best to catch a breath before he cut off my air. Despite threatening to fuck my mouth, he was being gentle, careful. He eased in and out of mymouth, giving me plenty of time to breathe in between, one hand at the base of his dick, so he didn’t go too deep. He was holding back, and he knew I could take more than this.
As he pulled back to let me breathe again, I pushed against his thighs, to chew him out for going easy on me, but then a thought struck me. Should he even be doing this? Was it safe for him? He had been hospitalised because of his heart. What if this could hurt him? What if an orgasm could kill him?
“Woman, are you trying to piss me off?” His voice was gruff, but his fingers were gentle on my face.
“Are… Jesus… is this uh… Dammit, Reacher.”
He frowned at me, taking the opportunity to poke his dick at my lips, a wicked grin crossing his face. I nearly joined him, but now I was full of fear again. This time for his health.
“Is this safe?”
His frown returned. “I don’t think I can get you up the duff this way, love, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I couldn’t fight the grin this time.
“Idiot. You know what I’m asking. Did the doctor say this was safe for you?”
“Getting my dick sucked? Pretty sure it’s on the list of things a man should always do, woman. So are you gonna get on with it?”
“It won’t hurt you?”
“Your teeth might.”
“Will you be fucking serious for one minute please?” He let out a heavy sigh.
“There was nothing in the advice paperwork shit they gave me that said I couldn’t get it on with my old lady. It’s not like I’m gonna keel over. In fact, I’m pretty sure that sex is good for stress release, so really, it’s like the best thing you could do for me. For my health.” Now he looked adorable as he offered me a wink, and a half grin.
“So… if you don’t do this, you’re harming my health, woman. Is that really what you want?”
“Dickhead.”
He shrugged, waving his dick at my mouth again.
“For my health, woman. Jesus, save me from my stress.”
He grinned when I started laughing, but then he raised his eyebrows, because he really was waiting, and I wasn’t going to let him down. It was for his ‘health’, after all.
I let him slide his dick back into my mouth, and this time, I was relieved that he didn’t hold back as much. He was still gentle, compared to that first time he did it, but he was definitely chasing his pleasure this time.
His fingers eased into my hair, so he could guide my head, as he swiftly thrust into my mouth over and over, angling me so his dick could use my throat. It was oddly freeing, to just let him use me like this. All I could think about was Reacher, about the way he was staring down at me, as he fed his cock into my mouth, the way he held my hair in his hands, but gently stroked me with his thumbs now and then. His taste. The way each strong surge hit the back of my throat, and the way he reacted when I swallowed against his hard flesh.
“Jesus…” That was the only warning he managed before he began pulsing and spurting into my throat, and I gladly swallowed down every drop, relishing his taste, and the way his face showed such intense pleasure. I did that, I made him feel that, and right now, that feeling of accomplishment was everything to me.
Reacher
Fuck.Me.Thiswomanjust gets more amazing every fucking day. I mean, look at her. She’s still mostly wrapped in the towel she wore from the bathroom, the blankets pushed aside in her eagerness to suck my dick, her face flushed, her eyes watery, and her hair scrunched up from my grip. I stroked my fingers carefully from her hair, and used my thumbs to brush the tears away from her cheeks. They weren’t tears of sadness, or pain. They were from being thoroughly choked with my dick, so technically they were happy tears, right?
“You okay, woman?” My voice sounded raspy and unused, which was a surprise after the grunting and cursing I probably did while I was using my old lady. She nodded, her eyes on mine, as I kept stroking her cheeks.
“I love you, woman, and I’ll do anything I can to protect you, okay? You don’t need to be afraid ever again.”
She nodded again, a small movement, like even with a nod she could show that she didn’t fucking believe me.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to just take my word for it, because I’m gonna prove it to you, for the rest of our days.”
She blinked and another damn tear squeezed out.
