Page 104 of Total Shutdown

A few more strokes of my tongue, and the crimson flush rises on her cheeks, mouth forming anOwhen her eyelids flutter closed. Her breathing hitches, and a strangled whimper creeps up her throat—all sure signs that she’s about to come.

“Soak me, Baby Girl,” I murmur against her pussy, willing her to fall over the edge.

When Collins comes, her inhibitions drop, and it’s the most beautiful sight in the world—to watch my girl relax and give me full control, even for just a few seconds.

She fists the sheets on either side of my body, and finally, I feel her pussy release into my mouth.

Paralyzed by her high, she holds herself against me while I lick and suck everything she offers, convinced I can pull more from her.

After a few more beats, she pulls away, sensitive and flushed but still holding need in her eyes.

With my hands tied, her release continues to drip down my chin, and I swipe my tongue out, eyes fixated on her while she watches me search for everything I can get.

“Want to come, Sawyer?” Her voice is laced with darkness.

Fuck me, this is the greatest Christmas gift ever.

Like the needy boy I am, I whimper, nodding once in case she somehow couldn’t decipher my desperation from the sound alone.

She moves down my body, sitting back on her heels and across my upper thighs. Her soft, warm hand circles my dick, and in one, long languid movement, she strokes me from root to tip, brushing her palm over the head and using fresh pre-cum to lubricate the next pass down my shaft. I’ve never been jerked like this, not with this degree of intensity.

I’m right there—rightfuckingthere.

When she grips the base, I leak more, and she giggles, leaning down and lapping it up.

“I need to come, Collins.”

“Beg for it,” she whispers against my dick.

The easy way out would be to do just that—plead pathetically until she grants me a reprieve. But that’s not what my girl is after. No. She wants my resilience, just like she showed me hers when I had the paddle.

She jerks me again and smirks. “Sorry, I didn’t hear that.” Her spare hand rises to cup her left ear. “Speak up for me, Baby. I need to hear the word.”

“No,” I grit out, dying inside a little more.

Oh shit, she isn’t.That’s my first thought as my girlfriend lowers herself between my thighs, keeping her palm wrapped around my shaft.

She licks and sucks on my balls, pumping me in a rhythm that leaves me in no doubt about how this will end.

“Beg for it, or I’ll hold you like this.”

The vibrations against my balls draw them tighter still, and I press my head into the pillow, so—fucking—turned—on.

I concede, my willpower completely depleted and head spinning out. “Do it. I’m begging you, Baby Girl.”

“Good boy.”

Her praise is the final straw, and I snap under ripping pressure that tears down my spine, shooting into my balls.

I squirt, jets of hot cum spraying across my navel, only stopping when Collins wraps her mouth over the end of my dick, drinking down my orgasm.

I’m speechless, motionless, and totally fucking convinced there is and will never be another woman who can do this to me. Not just because she’s insanely gifted in bed, but because I’m one thousand percent all in.

“I love you.”

For a second, I’m sure I only said the words in my head, still not aware of my ability to form coherent sentences out loud.

But my girl’s eyes confirm my suspicions, growing wide.