so much in her mouth.
Garreth tapped his shaft against her tongue.
And then she was bobbing her head over him, suctioning him in and out. Her cheeks pulled tight around his cock, the wet warmth of their muscles cloaking him, stroking him. Pulling him in further. Letting him go. Taking him again and again, her tongue caressing, her mouth tugging. Working him, just like he knew her pussy would.
Hot. Tight. Wet.
Waves of urgency crashed over him. “Jenna, fuck. Stop.”
She didn’t.
“Gonna come. Stop. Please.” Not going how he’d intended. He’d wanted to give her more orgasms before he found his own relief. Hundreds of them. Thousands. But he was gone. Wasted. Pushed over the edge.
He tried to squeeze his cock again, ward off the impending explosion, but his fingers were limp. Unable to carry out the simplest instruction.
Jenna, all trussed up with nothing but her mouth to guide her, created a raging squall inside him.
His balls curled tight beneath his hand. The base of his spine tingled. Stars and planets collided.
“Jenn—I can’t…”
She sucked harder, tighter. Purred sinfully. The tip of his cock touched the back of her vibrating throat.
Too long. Waited too long for this.
Losing control.
The tingles spread, rushing through his ass, into his balls, up his shaft.
She sucked harder.
He lost it. With a violent jerk, his balls uncoiled, shooting come straight up his shaft and into her mouth. Loads of it. Load after load.
Christ, he’d choke her. She couldn’t possibly hold it all in her mouth. Not tied up, with nothing to control his flow but her lips.
She proved him wrong. So erotically wrong. She swallowed, her muscles working around his cock, taking every drop of his semen and sliding it down her throat—just like she’d said.
She moaned around him.
The wantonness of it all wrung another load from his balls. He cried out, called her name. Saw stars again. Roared.
And then had to catch himself before his knees buckled under the force of the hardest fucking orgasm he’d ever had.
Chapter Five
Garreth flopped to the floor, his arms around the chair supporting his weight, his cheek resting on her lap. The silken locks of his brown hair caressed her thighs and his heaving breath wafted over her legs. The slightly bitter, somewhat salty, all too tempting taste of his semen lingered on her tongue, and the air smelled of sex.
She ached to stroke her hand through that hair. Bury her fingers in it and massage his scalp. Wanted to twist her waist, widen her stance and offer him her pussy all over again.
Wanted to do, but didn’t. Her hands were still tied behind her back, but that wasn’t the reason. With Garreth lying prone at her feet, his coaxing voice temporarily silenced, reality began to slither into her mind.
Heat crept into her cheeks and shame glided neatly into her conscience.
While her body still quivered in the aftershocks of her pleasure, and her inner muscles clenched at the thought of what Garreth could deliver as soon as he got his strength back, twelve years of conditioning returned to haunt her.
Twelve years of suppressing her needs and her desires.
The wall that had so effectively kept intimacy out, now erected itself once again. Her defenses shifted back into place. She’d shown Garreth too much, exposed herself to him, and with that, she’d handed Garreth the power to hurt her.
Tiny shivers of apprehension quivered through her. Garreth could hurt her.
As if sensing the darkness of her thoughts, he twisted his head to look at her. Whatever he saw must have worried him, because in seconds he was crouched at her feet, staring intently into her eyes. “Jenn, what’s wrong?”
She stared back, not sure what to say. So many feelings warred within she couldn’t begin to express them.
Scared. Happy. Worried. Satisfied. Anxious. Excited. Terrified.
Garreth clasped her knees. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re zoning out. Don’t do that. Stay with me. Talk to
Garreth tapped his shaft against her tongue.
And then she was bobbing her head over him, suctioning him in and out. Her cheeks pulled tight around his cock, the wet warmth of their muscles cloaking him, stroking him. Pulling him in further. Letting him go. Taking him again and again, her tongue caressing, her mouth tugging. Working him, just like he knew her pussy would.
Hot. Tight. Wet.
Waves of urgency crashed over him. “Jenna, fuck. Stop.”
She didn’t.
“Gonna come. Stop. Please.” Not going how he’d intended. He’d wanted to give her more orgasms before he found his own relief. Hundreds of them. Thousands. But he was gone. Wasted. Pushed over the edge.
He tried to squeeze his cock again, ward off the impending explosion, but his fingers were limp. Unable to carry out the simplest instruction.
Jenna, all trussed up with nothing but her mouth to guide her, created a raging squall inside him.
His balls curled tight beneath his hand. The base of his spine tingled. Stars and planets collided.
“Jenn—I can’t…”
She sucked harder, tighter. Purred sinfully. The tip of his cock touched the back of her vibrating throat.
Too long. Waited too long for this.
Losing control.
The tingles spread, rushing through his ass, into his balls, up his shaft.
She sucked harder.
He lost it. With a violent jerk, his balls uncoiled, shooting come straight up his shaft and into her mouth. Loads of it. Load after load.
Christ, he’d choke her. She couldn’t possibly hold it all in her mouth. Not tied up, with nothing to control his flow but her lips.
She proved him wrong. So erotically wrong. She swallowed, her muscles working around his cock, taking every drop of his semen and sliding it down her throat—just like she’d said.
She moaned around him.
The wantonness of it all wrung another load from his balls. He cried out, called her name. Saw stars again. Roared.
And then had to catch himself before his knees buckled under the force of the hardest fucking orgasm he’d ever had.
Chapter Five
Garreth flopped to the floor, his arms around the chair supporting his weight, his cheek resting on her lap. The silken locks of his brown hair caressed her thighs and his heaving breath wafted over her legs. The slightly bitter, somewhat salty, all too tempting taste of his semen lingered on her tongue, and the air smelled of sex.
She ached to stroke her hand through that hair. Bury her fingers in it and massage his scalp. Wanted to twist her waist, widen her stance and offer him her pussy all over again.
Wanted to do, but didn’t. Her hands were still tied behind her back, but that wasn’t the reason. With Garreth lying prone at her feet, his coaxing voice temporarily silenced, reality began to slither into her mind.
Heat crept into her cheeks and shame glided neatly into her conscience.
While her body still quivered in the aftershocks of her pleasure, and her inner muscles clenched at the thought of what Garreth could deliver as soon as he got his strength back, twelve years of conditioning returned to haunt her.
Twelve years of suppressing her needs and her desires.
The wall that had so effectively kept intimacy out, now erected itself once again. Her defenses shifted back into place. She’d shown Garreth too much, exposed herself to him, and with that, she’d handed Garreth the power to hurt her.
Tiny shivers of apprehension quivered through her. Garreth could hurt her.
As if sensing the darkness of her thoughts, he twisted his head to look at her. Whatever he saw must have worried him, because in seconds he was crouched at her feet, staring intently into her eyes. “Jenn, what’s wrong?”
She stared back, not sure what to say. So many feelings warred within she couldn’t begin to express them.
Scared. Happy. Worried. Satisfied. Anxious. Excited. Terrified.
Garreth clasped her knees. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re zoning out. Don’t do that. Stay with me. Talk to
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