“I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to drop your panties if it’s too much. Understand? If I see the red of your panties, I stop.”
My thighs, although locked together, pressed tighter. “I understand.”
“Open your mouth.”
I opened, and he didn’t hesitate, sliding to the back of my throat until my shoulders tensed.
“Relax your throat. Don’t fight it.”
I tried to relax, and he sank in again, his hand catching his weight on the bed. I moaned around his length.
His hips cocked back and thrust deep, gagging me, but there wasn’t time to pause. He moved like a professional dancer, pressing into my mouth with rapid strokes and panting at the strenuous way he held his body over me.
“Goddamn, your mouth feels incredible.” His strokes slowed as he savored the delicate curling motion of my tongue. “Moan. I want to hear you.”
I let out a small sound that took on the pattern of his thrusts. That only egged him on. The faster he moved, the less he penetrated, but it was a lot to manage. My eyes were watering, and my nose inhaled his intense scent with each rapid breath. Saliva built and there was no time to swallow.
I should have felt dehumanized, meaningless. But the sounds streaming from him kept those ugly feelings at bay. He gasped and panted, plunging over my tongue as I clenched those red panties tight in my fist.
“Look at me.”
I forced my stare upward, eyes wide.
“So fucking sexy. I can smell your pussy. Sucking my cock makes you wet, and I love it. You’re gonna be soaked when I finally work my way down there.”
I moaned, and he slowed, taking careful strokes over my tongue.
“Tighten your lips, Avery. Suck me hard. The tighter your lips, the more I know you want me.”
Lifting my head, I pulled my lips tight, and he shivered, his body shifting his weight to his legs as he cupped the back of my head.
“Keep looking at me.”
My eyes watered and my lashes fluttered, but I held his stare, certain my face was flushed, and my lips were swollen.
“So fucking sexy.”
His fingers sifted through my tangled hair as he pulled my face to him, stuffing my mouth with his cock until my shoulders tensed. He slid free, and I gasped for air.
“Do you want to stop? Is it too much?”
I blinked up at him, unsure why or how I was so turned on by this, but I was. I was sopping wet. Jesus, no one ever did this to me before—not the way he was doing it. I wasn’t blowing him. He was fucking my mouth. And I liked it. It was as if I wasn’t there. Or I was, but he needed me like this in this moment, for his pleasure. And dear God, did I want to please him.
Perhaps there was a zip of panic that my dominant nature had gone dormant, but it was so small and slight I hardly felt anything beyond the dark desire to please. What the hell was happening to me? A stranger was suddenly running the show in my head, controlling my body. And I liked the way she drove.
Blinking up at him, I rasped, “More.”
His hand tightened in my hair, and he impaled me, holding my face tight to his pelvic bone as he groaned.
“I think you have a dirty side I like. I think you like it, too.” The fist in my hair tightened, jerking me back. “Can I call you my dirty little slut, Avery?”
Fuck. Never agree to anything in the throes of passion. That was rule number one about sex. “Yes.”
“Tell me who you are.”
“I’m your dirty little slut.”
“Show me.”
I angled forward, mouth open wide and his fist tightened, preventing me from closing the distance. I whimpered, delirious with wanting him.
“What does my dirty little slut want?”
“Your cock.”
“Beg me for it.”
“Please give me your cock, Noah. I want you to fuck my mouth like a dirty slut.”
“Goddamn.” He shoved his dick in my mouth and jerked my head up and down, grinding into my lips and growling out a stream of filthy words. It was … strangely empowering.
My fingers tightened around the panties, and my lips formed an airtight seal as he plunged in and out of my mouth. My scalp tingled as he pumped my mouth over his drilling cock. My arms moved, but I held the panties, sure to not let any red show.
“I need to see your hand, Avery.”
I extended my arm, so it rested in his view. My other hand curled around his hip, my fingernails digging into his skin. He ripped his dick from my mouth, and I gasped, catching my breath. I looked up at him, unsure why he stopped.
“Lick your fingers.”
I frowned but did as he asked—what he told me to do…
He shoved his dick back into my mouth, holding my hair tightly as he pressed to the back of my throat and stilled. My wet fingers tightened on his hip as my eyes leaked. He caught my hand on his hip and dragged it to his ass.