Entrapment (Morelli Family 7.5)

I’m so hard it fucking hurts, but I can’t take my eyes off her. Even with hers closed, even if she still has to hide from me, this level of obedience was so unexpected that I don’t even know how to respond to it.

Once she gets into it, she gets herself off. She cries out with pleasure, arching her back and kissing me as she rubs herself through her orgasm. Once she’s spent, she shudders and weakly collapses against my shoulder.

Slowly releasing a breath, I let a hand come up to her back, offering her a comforting caress as she recovers. God, I love her curled up against my body, weak from her own release. I could stay like this for the rest of the day.

I’m tempted to, frankly, but then Mia eases off my lap and slides down into the floor. I watch her look at the zipper of my pants like she’s about to go to war with it. She takes a deep, fortifying breath, then her finger closes around the tab and she drags it down, darting a glance up at me as she does.

I hold her gaze as she undoes my pants, then I stand and let her drag them down. She moves up higher to reach now that I’m standing, then she swallows and licks her lips. Her small hand wraps around my length and I close my eyes—but only briefly. I want to watch her. I love watching her.

She eyes up my dick like it’s an opponent she has to face-off with, then she darts another look up at me. “If I’m not good at this, it isn’t intentional. I don’t have an enormous amount of experience. I’m sure you’re accustomed to a… higher level of proficiency.”

I smile faintly. “A higher level of proficiency, huh?” She nods. “How inexperienced are you?”

“Let’s say very inexperienced.”

“How many blow jobs have you given?”

“I can count them all on one hand,” she states.

I nod. “Gotcha. Don’t worry; I’ll happily be your guinea pig. We’ll get you leveled up in no time.”

Rolling her eyes at me, she runs her hand gently from base to tip. “How generous of you.”

“I can be very generous,” I assure her. She pointedly ignores me, staring at my penis again. I don’t know why she’s so intimidated. I’ve watched her go down on Vince before and she didn’t hesitate like this. Maybe because he’s younger and less experienced himself. Given I’m obviously not, she’s not feeling confident in her own capabilities. “Just do whatever feels right,” I tell her. “It all feels good. You really can’t do this wrong; I was just warning you so you wouldn’t get the dumb idea to bite me. I wasn’t expecting you to deep throat on night one.”

Eyes widening slightly, she tells me, “I don’t know how to do that.”

I smile down at her. “You don’t have to—tonight. Just do what you’re comfortable with. Do whatever you want to do. I’m in no hurry. I’m sure you’re sufficiently capable of getting me off, but I’ll guide you if you need it.”

“Do you last as long with oral as…?” Mia trails off, apparently unsure how to refer to whatever the fuck it is I do to her. I can’t help smirking at her confusion. Poor girl, she’d need all kinds of therapy after this if I let her live. It’s almost an act of mercy that I’ll kill her after she talks; there’s no recovering from me.

“After watching you play with yourself, I think I can safely assure you I’m not going to last as long as I usually do.”

She licks her lips again and starts to move in, but she stops halfway, her gaze drifting to my thigh. Releasing her grip on my cock, she runs her soft fingers over an old scar—a long, jagged scar. Her brow furrows with concern and she glances up at me. “From your sister?”

I nod my head.

She leans in and kisses it.

Damn, if that doesn’t nearly bring me to my knees.

Thankfully she doesn’t look up at me after that, she just turns her attention back to my cock, leaning in and running her tongue along it like she’s licking a lollipop. I’m still feeling a bit off-kilter, but she effectively distracts me when she takes me into her mouth, bracing one hand on my hip and using the other to work my cock near the base. She doesn’t take me too far into her mouth, not quite halfway, but it doesn’t matter. The knowledge that she wants to please me is as intoxicating as the sight of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

I let her do her thing for a few minutes, then I reach down and work my fingers into her hair, making a loose fist and using it to guide her head. More of me slides into her mouth now and she tries, but her gag reflex isn’t accustomed to my size. Her blue eyes dart to mine almost apologetically when she gags. I offer a faint smile of reassurance and continue to guide her head; I don’t make her take quite as much of me this time.