Free Deceitfully Yours by Bethany Bazile Page B

be like to make him lose control.
    Once he’s done helping me onto the swing, h e stands behind my head and puts his hand in my hair. He pulls until my head is tilted back, his cock bobbing in my face. He still smells like soap, but that warm, manly smell is also present. The pheromones are strong in here because I have a strong urge to put him in my mouth, taste him.
    He rubs my nipples between his fingers, increasing my fire building in me. I try to capture his hard flesh in my mouth, but he shifts until the head is out of my reach.
    “What do you want, Kylie?”
    “I want…” I can’t believe I’m going to ask for this, but I want it too badly not to. “Can I taste you, Sir?”
    He pushes his cock against my lips , then pulls back before I can take him in my mouth. “How badly do you want it?”
    “I’d do anything to taste you, Sir.”
    “Beg for it,” he says, pinching my nipples then soothing them with gentle fingers.
    “Please, Sir, let me lick you. Let me taste you deep in my throat, swallow you while you take your pleasure in my mouth.”
    He cups my breast s then squeezes them. “Do you realize what you’re asking for?” He grabs his cock with his right hand, stroking it. “If I let you put this in your mouth, I’m going to fuck your mouth in a way you’ve never experienced.”
    Oh God , yes!
    He’s officially corrupted me because I want him to use my mouth in any way he wants. He slips the smooth, round tip of his cock into my mouth. The salty drop at the tip melts against my tongue as I take him deep. He braces my head with his hands and begins to thrust. I clutch the straps of the swing for support as his speed increases. He pulls out until only the tip is in my mouth, then thrusts until it feels like he will touch my tonsils. I relax my jaw and take him in as far as he can go. Tears well in my eyes as Jude continues his relentless rhythm, but I don’t care because he tastes so good. And the delicious sounds he’s making give me a sense of power for once.
    He pulls out abruptly, squeezes my breasts together, then thrusts his erection between them. He squeezes at my nipples, and it tugs at my core. His balls tickle my nose, so I lick them and he growls as his tempo increases. I suck them into my mouth, and he freezes, throws his head back, and pushes his hard cock between my breasts. He pulls back as warm liquid squirts out all over me. His grunts fill the room. His body trembles as he fights to regain his breath.
    H e moves away, walks around me, and gets down on his knees, burying his face between my legs. He laps me up like a starved man. He circles my wet flesh incessantly with his tongue. Then he uses the tip of his tongue to teases my clitoris until my legs tremble. My climax is so close. If he would only put more pressure on my overexcited clit, I’d explode.
    “Please , can I come, Sir?”
    “I thought you’d never ask.” He flicks my clitoris with strong, firm strokes of his tongue. A shocking current of pleasure surges through me as I soar. He slows his tongue motions as my body trembles with satisfaction. I barely feel him pull away, but I jolt as he rams his hard cock into me.
    “You’re hard again.” It wasn’t a question , more of a statement of astonishment, but he answers nonetheless.
    “Your pussy is like a stimulant.” His frantic thrusts build that ache in my core. The swing only helps to enhance every sensation as he rotates his cock into me. He hits spots I didn’t know existed; the room blurs around me. This time when the world explodes around me, there is only one thing I can see through the smoke: Jude. Pumping his tall, strong body like a man possessed. Sweat dripping, his eyes focused on my face, and his groans as tortured as mine. His body jolts as his climax begins. He reaches down and rolls my clit.
    “Come again,” he demands as he thrusts slowly into my swollen flesh.
    “I can’t . If I come again I’ll shatter.”
    “I want to shatter you.