Page 70 of For Wrath and Redemption
She snarls up at me before wrapping her hand around my cock. Finally, she licks up my shaft and takes the head into her mouth. When she swirls her tongue around my ridge, I groan.
“Oh, fuck. This hot little tongue.” I fist my hand into her curls, but I let her lead. I let her test me out. She slides my cock farther into her mouth, breeching her throat, and I see fucking stars. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Just like that.”
Slowly, she takes more of me, laving her tongue on the underside of my cock and using her hand to work the rest. It’s erotic as fuck watching more and more of my cock disappear into her mouth. I picture it sliding into her throat, cutting off her air supply.
“Jesus Christ, Claire.” I tighten my grip on her hair and pulse into her. “Yes, baby. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”
I push more of myself into her. She doesn’t even gag. She just takes me until I pull out to let her gasp for breath. She looks up at me with her eyes watering, her mouth covered in spit, and I could come now. I could fucking come right now from half a blow job.
“I want to fuck your throat,” I say roughly. “Will you let me?”
She hesitates. I hold my breath as she considers. Then mercifully, she nods. “Yes.”
Fuck, the way her voice rasps around the word...
“If it’s too much, tap my thigh twice.”
She nods again. “Okay.”
“Do it right now. Tap it twice. Show me you understand.”
As soon as she does what I ask, I move. I start slow, sliding in a little deeper each time. I fill her up, then pull out so she can breathe. So she can gulp in a lungful of air around my cock, cooling the skin on my shaft, before I push back in.
When she taps my thigh, I pull out. I stroke her hair and swipe a thumb gently over her cheek. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. I just need a minute.”
She closes her eyes and breathes slowly through her nose. Deep, calming breaths, like she’s trying to settle herself. I start to worry. Did I hurt her? Did I scare her? I’m seconds from backing off entirely when she takes my cock into her mouth once more.
Her moves are confident, eager. I let her lead for a moment just so I can watch her, and then I take over. I start slow, pushing in farther and farther each time, until I’m as far down her throat as she can handle. Until she gags. And fuck, the way she gags. The way she pants. The way her eyes water, tears streaming down her cheeks. The way she fucking takes me...
I move faster, shoving down and pulling out quickly, until I’m fucking her like I said I would. She’s a mess of spit and tears, and I’m in fucking heaven. I pull all the way out and use her hair to tilt her face to mine. Her eyelashes are matted as she blinks up at me. Her cheeks are flushed and glistening.
“This time, I want you to swallow around me. Can you do that?”
She nods, and I smile.
“Of course you can.” I reach down and rub my thumb over her jaw, then rub the tip of my cock over her lower lip as she opens for me. “Tap twice if you need a break, okay?” She nods again. “Stick your tongue out.” I slap the head of my cock on her tongue. “You’re too fucking perfect,” I whisper, then I shove into her mouth again.
I bring my hand to her neck, feeling her throat contract with my cock inside, feeling her muscles move when she swallows. Choking me while I choke her.
“Fuck me. Goddamn, you’re doing so fucking good. Swallow just like that.” I groan. “I could fuck your throat forever. You’re so fuckinggood at this. I could do it for-fucking-ever, Trouble. Look at me. Look up at me while you swallow my cock.”
She obeys. She obeys, and my chest aches with need.
Fuck her. Fuck Claire Davis for being the only woman I’ve ever wanted to keep.
I pull out and tug her hair, so she rises back onto her knees.
“Lie down, spread your legs wide, and shove your fingers in your pussy.”
She blinks twice, then does exactly what I told her to do. I watch her finger-fuck herself as I climb off the bed and grab a condom from my suitcase. I don’t take my eyes off her as I rip open the package and slide the latex down my throbbing cock.
I position myself between her legs once more. I let myself watch the show long enough to regain a semblance of composure. Long enough to set my head straight. Then I look back at her flushed, desperate face. Her mouth is red and swollen. Her cheeks are flushed and tear-stained. And her eyes...they’re so fucking needy. Her pupils are blown wide and begging for me.
I reach down and pinch one of her nipples.
“Have you earned it, Trouble?”
