Page 41 of Stolen Vows
“No.”
“Put your hair down.”
I squeeze tightly at the base of his crown, then drag my teeth lightly over the crown. He shudders.
“Stop telling me what to do,” I tell him.
“Hey, I was just trying to help it go quicker. If you want more time with my cock,stellina, just say so.”
Rolling my eyes again, I open my mouth and take him in it, this time a little deeper than before. He slides past my lips easily, and I chase the motion of my fist, testing to see how far I can go without gagging.
Leo releases a grunt when I pull off this time. One of his hands finds the back of my head, though he doesn’t try to shove me down. It just rests there, as if grounding him in the moment.
His eyes are turbulent storm clouds, his breathing labored, and I can’t deny the satisfaction creeping up my thighs at the realization that so little from effort me is unraveling him.
I move in again, bobbing my head in shorter, faster movements. My jaw starts to ache, and I go too deep at one point; the tip prods the back of my throat, and I immediately gag with him lodged there, cutting off my own air supply.
My toes tingle, and my pussy throbs like it’s being directly stimulated by his actions.
He emits a low groan. “That’s good, baby.Reallyfucking good.”
I ignore the shiver his praise sends over my clammy skin and move away, drool pooling out when I free my mouth. “You like me choking?”
“I love the desperation.Yourdesperation. Knowing you’re hot enough for me to gag on my dick makes meveryhappy.” He cups my cheek with his free hand, and I’m in enough of a haze from everything going on that I don’t reject the touch. “Open your mouth.”
“Why—”
Grabbing his cock, he bats me away. I settle both hands in my lap and bounce slightly, trying to regain feeling in my legs from my crouched position. Leo tugs at himself in brutal, rapid strokes, moving so fast that his fingers are almost a blur, even right before my eyes.
“Open, Stella.”
At the sound of my name, uttered with a broken whimper as crimson floods his cheeks, my lips part. I feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs, but I refuse to consider the implication of what that means for me and my hyper-independency.
Slut.I can almost hear Mamma uttering the word from wherever she’s being tortured in the afterlife.
But only the sounds of his harsh, stuttered breathing, a roaring noise between my ears, and his palm shuffling in slick thrusts fill the room. His noises drown out the maternal judgment, replacing it with something delicious.
I shift, rubbing my thighs together. If I could just reach under my dress, maybe I could?—
My heart beats a staccato rhythm in my chest, almost in time with his panting, and I’m so focused on the pure pleasure stretching across his handsome face that I barely notice when he starts to come.
The first thick, warm spurt hits my chin, and then he angles differently, aiming directly inside my mouth. Ropes of semen land on my tongue, and I cringe at the still-unfamiliar sensation. But I don’t close my lips and bar him access.
If anything, I lean into it, my face growing hot at the awestruck look in his eyes and the slack in his jaw.
Having his complete attention, his touch, feels too good to ignore.
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LEO
It makes no fucking sense what this woman does to me.
She shouldn’t have such a visceral effect on my being, yet when my cum hits her tongue and she huffs out a startled noise, I nearly black out from the pleasure.
Stella moves to wipe her chin, but I grab her wrist and yank her up to me. She keeps her mouth open, as if aware on some intrinsic level that I want to see—that Ineedto see it. The evidence of me on her, in her.
I tug her close, and she stumbles, bracing against my chest. I take my gloved index and middle fingers, scoop the warm spend off her skin, and press both into her mouth.
