Page 78 of Revere
There’s nothing to hide behind, and while I should probably be embarrassed, there’s something about how he watches methat encourages me to keep going. So I do. I skate my finger up to my clit and rub back and forth.
“You prefer that over penetration?” he asks bluntly.
And again, the urge to be embarrassed warms my cheeks. But when I look into his eyes, there’s no judgment. Just curiosity. Like he genuinely wants to know what I like.
“I did.” I chase the pressure starting to build. “But that’s mostly because I didn’t try anything else before you.”
His jaw ticks, and his forearms flex. Pride swells his chest, making it clear he likes the thought of that.
“Does that include your feisty mouth?” His gaze moves to my lips, and I nod. “But you’re going to take me down your throat like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” My breaths get quicker.
“Don’t worry,” he says calmly, like he senses my insecurity. “I’ll teach you.”
Circling the desk, he stops at the other side, tugging my ponytail to guide my head back until it’s dangling off the edge, and I’m looking up at him standing over me. He unzips, pulling out his thick cock. The vein that runs along the bottom bulges as he takes it in his fist, tugging a bead of cum until it drips onto my lips.
“Lick.”
I drag my tongue over my lower lip, tasting him. My fingers are slick as I start to finger myself faster.
“You like that?” he asks, offering me another drop of cum leaking out.
“I do.”
This time, I lift my chin, dragging my tongue over the tip to lick it off. He’s firm but smooth. And impossibly large.
I think back to the ruler and wonder how deep I’ll be able to take him.
“Open for your professor, Patience.” He drags the tip of his cock over my tongue. “I’m going to fill this lovely throat.”
He presses one palm to the column of my neck. Gripping. Not hard, but so that he can feel every movement. Every breath. Every swallow. His other hand guides his cock to my lips, and the moment I part them, he sinks deep.
He hits the back of my throat, and I gag, so he rocks back, stroking my throat with both his thumbs now.
“Breathe through your nose. And when I go deep, I want you to swallow. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I hum, and his knees buckle slightly. That simple movement has me pressing my thighs tighter around my hand. To know I have that kind of power over this man is intoxicating.
He rocks forward again, and this time, I do as he said, swallowing when he hits the back of my throat, allowing me to take him even deeper.
“Good girl.” He pulls back, going a little farther with each thrust and allowing me to adjust.
When I hollow my cheeks, his knees buckle again.
“Fuck, you look pretty with your lips around my cock. Taking me down your throat. Let’s see how far you can go, yeah?” He rubs, and I hum. “I’m going to fuck your face now.”
That’s the last warning I get as he picks up speed. He thrusts deeper, no longer waiting for me to swallow him. He starts to fuck me, as promised. Brutally claiming my mouth like he’s already claimed the rest of me. With every rock of his hips, I relax a little more, taking him a little deeper until I’m completely full. Spit drips out the corners of my mouth, and I’m a mess.
My core pulses, and I work my clit. Goose bumps cover my whole body, and I’m going to break apart. There’s something about having Jacob at my mercy. About being the one bringing him pleasure and making him come undone.
I want him to use me.
To enjoy me.
So I hollow my cheeks and suck him as much as I can from this angle. Until he’s leaning over the desk, completely losing his composure. He grips my sides, and his touch is what sets me off. My lips tighten around his cock as I start to come, and he follows me over the ledge, doing as promised.
Cum shoots down my throat. It paints my tongue and slips from my lips. But he continues to fuck me until I’m drinking all of him down.
