Page 47 of Saviour
With every suck, I go a little further down, finding my confidence and bobbing my head up and down him until he hits the back of my throat and I gag, lifting myself off of him.
“Oh, Birdie, what a beautiful fucking sound,” Dax rasps and I look at him, amazed that he wasn’t put off. I think he knows what's going through my head because his hand comes to the back of my neck and he leans a little closer to me.
“Gag on my dick, baby. Gag and choke and don’t ever stop, you got that?”
I open my mouth and then close it instantly, not knowing what to say, until I eventually nod and return my mouth back to his cock. I bob my head up and down faster each time and Dax’s calm restraint is slowly dropping. His hips start to grind into my mouth and I know he’s holding back on me.
“You okay?” he breathes out raspy and I swoon at him yet again for checking I’m still happy to do this.
I mumble a yes around his cock and he twitches in my mouth.
I go even deeper, until his cock hits the very back of my throat again and tears stream down my cheeks.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes out quietly and his hand moves to my plait, wrapping it around his fist and controlling my head with his hand, which I surprisingly enjoy.
I suck and suck, hollowing my cheeks and taking him further with every stroke. I bring my other hand up and grip his shaft, moving my hand with my mouth, and Dax’s hand moves my head faster and faster. He’s losing all the control he had earlier and is now taking what he needs from me.
“You’re such a good girl, Rori,” he praises and I blush, astonished that being called a good girl whilst having a dick in your mouth can feel so liberating.
“You gonna swallow me down, Birdie?” he asks but doesn’t let up.
I had no idea Dax has such a filthy way with words, but it makes the blood rush to my ears and my cheeks heat.
“Mhmm,” I agree as his cock twitches in my mouth again, a growl coming from him.
“Say my name, Rori,” he groans and I do, muffled around him, and he pumps my head faster.
“Say my fucking name, Rori. Fucking say it over and over.”
I do as he says, trying to say his name with each thrust of his cock into my mouth, and he groans loudly and eventually, warning me just before he does, threads of warm, salty cum leak onto my tongue and down my throat.
I scrunch my eyes and try to swallow everything he gives and it’s like it never ends.
Dax pulls my head off his dick and lifts it back to look up at him, strings of cum and saliva attached between us, but I don’t care.
He brings his other hand up and wipes my chin with his thumb and just as he goes to pull away, I spontaneously take his thumb into my mouth and suck gently, watching his cock twitch out of the corner of my eye.
He pulls my plait a little harder so my neck extends even further and I gasp, his thumb leaving my mouth, and I bite my lip at the arousal I feel from him pulling on my plait, to the realisation of what just happened.
“Fuck, Rori, have I told you that I love your hair in plaits?” He winks and then pulls my head closer to him, lifting me up at the arms so we’re eye to eye.
“You may have mentioned it.” I giggle and the smile that adorns his features replicates mine and in this exact moment, I can’t imagine being anywhere else with anybody but Dax.
“Dax, where are we going?” Rori whines behind me.
I power through the woods, listening to her panting behind me and rolling my eyes at her lack of fitness. The girl still occupies the gym every day and I’m beginning to question what she’s actually doing in there considering she’s been huffing and puffing behind me for the last ten minutes now.
I grab her hand and slow my pace a little but still keep her in the dark.
Approaching the run-down building hidden in the trees, I knock on the door in three quick raps, followed by two slow ones, and shortly after, Emerson opens the door, a smile on his face in greeting.
I shuffle us both through the doorway, letting him close it behind us. The room is just as dirty and abandoned as always. Me and Emerson have been using the dilapidated building as a meeting point when we’re trying to be inconspicuous. A month after Emerson’s phone call to say he saw King and Puck in the prison building, we’ve finally found a time to meet to go through a plan.
“Emerson, this is Rori,” I introduce the pair and Emerson grins, putting a hand out in front of him.
“Ahh,the girl.” He winks and I see Rori’s shoulders relax. She timidly puts her hand in his and shakes it, a smile on her face.
“Emerson, how are we doing this? I need King out of there now,” I plead, desperate to hear this plan of his.
