Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274

1 let her work, my fingers threading through her hair, not pushing, just holding, feeling the slick heat of her mouth move over me. She was good. She was very good. Her hands cupped my balls, rolling them gently, her nails scraping along the sensitive skin, and she moaned around my cock, the vibration traveling up my shaft and settling somewhere low in my spine.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and looked up at me, her eyes glassy.

“You like that?” she asked, breathless.

“Do not stop,” I said, my voice rough. “Not until I tell you to.”

She smiled, that same smile that did not reach her eyes, and lowered her head again.

This time she took me faster, deeper, her head bobbing with an urgency that bordered on desperate, her throat opening for me with every thrust of her mouth. She gagged once, twice, tears spilling from her eyes, but she did not stop, she pushed through it, taking me to the root each time, her nose buried in the coarse hair at my base.

I groaned, my hips rising to meet her, fucking her mouth in slow, deep strokes. Her hands gripped my thighs, her nails digging into the muscle, and she let me use her, let me set the pace, let me push deeper into her throat until her eyes watered and her breathing turned ragged around the invasion. Spit and tears ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts, and the sight of her like that, ruined and kneeling and taking every inch of me, sent a jolt of heat straight through me.

“That a girl,” I breathed again. “Take all of it. You were made for this, were you not?”

She made a sound around my cock, something between a moan and a whimper, and sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, pulling me deeper into the wet heat of her throat. I gripped her hair and began to fuck her mouth in earnest, my hips snapping forward, burying myself to the root with every thrust, and she took it, all of it, her throat convulsing around me, her eyes streaming, her hands clutching my thighs like she was holding on for dear life.

The pressure built, coiling hot and tight at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up, and I pulled her off me with a wet gasp.

“Open,” I commanded.

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