Tristan didn’t move, but I could feel the weight of his stare on me. It was hot and heavy.
I took him with my hand’s, I heard him take a sharp intake which a pulse down my aching pussy.
He was so hot and hard against my palm. My breath came out shaky as I leaned forward, I pressed the lightest kiss against the tip.
It was barely there, I did it just to see his reaction.
“Fuck” The sound was deep and raw, like he had been holding it in for too long.
I let my lips part as I took him into my mouth slowly, my tongue tracing the underside first. I dragged it along him slowly, like I had all the time in the
world.
I wanted him to know exactly how it felt to be pleasured. I wanted to pleasure him till he cries out my name breathlessly, and I was going to.
His hand found my hair, but he didn’t pull, he just rested it there. His fingers curled softly, It felt like he didn’t trust himself to grab me harder yet.
I moved slow as I took him deeper bit by bit. Then I pulled back just enough to breathe before I sank lower again. My saliva slicked him, making it
easier and wetter.
I felt him throb against my tongue, felt every twitch and shift of his body. He groaned my name under his breath, the sound going straight through me.
I didn’t rush because I wanted to please him, so I moved slow. I teased him, made sure he felt every drag of my mouth.
When I glanced up, his head was tipped back against the couch. His jaw clenched. One hand still gripped my hair. The other was fisted at his side. It looked like he was holding himself together by sheer will.
I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered but I stayed there for a moment, breathing through my
nose and I felt him tense under my hands.
“Fuck Ath‘ He cursed softly, his hips jerked just a little. This time his hand in my hair tightened, It urged me to move again.
I started a slow rhythm, my mouth slid over him, my tongue worked. My hand stroked what I could not take in. Each time I pulled back, I dragged my tongue over him. I tasted him. I breathed him in.
The room felt hot. It was too quiet except for his breathing and the wet sound of my mouth on him. I moaned around him. I could not help it. He shuddered, his control slipping.
When I looked up again, his eyes were on me. They were dark and heavy. They almost pleaded. I knew he was close. I did not stop. I wanted to watch him come undone right there because of me.
His breathing was ragged now. Every sound coming out of him was deeper and/rougher. I stayed on him, sucking him slow and steady.
His grip in my hair tightened as if he could not stop himself.
He guided my head gently but firmly, setting a pace that was faster than before. I let him. My hands braced against his thighs. My mouth wet and
messy.
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Chapter 150
I felt him getting closer, every muscle in his body was tight. His hips jerked despite the control he tried to keep, his abs flexed. His breathing became harsh, his other hand gripped the edge of the table behind him.
It looked like he was hanging on by a thread.
A moan slipped from my mouth, that was all he needed. I felt him shudder hard. His hips thrust once, deep. Then he came in my mouth.
The hot rush of his cum filled me, I swallowed instinctively. I kept him there. I took every drop until his hand in my hair loosened. His whole body sagged like he had nothing left.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
