Page 83 of Before Broken Vows

"No," I moan, my body arching. "Only you, Sir. Always you."

He sucks my clit hard enough that I feel an erotic fire and electricity are the only things coursing through me.

"Theo, baby," I pause. "Sir. I'm gonna come. Can I? Please, Sir, let me come," I moan, biting my lip, trying to hold myself together until he allows me.

He pulls back just enough. "Yes. I want to taste all of you. Come for me."

He wraps his lips around my clit and hums, and the vibration tips me over the edge. I cry out, writhing under his mouth, climax rolling through me like a tidal wave. Bright white stars overtake my vision and I feel like I'm floating.

He keeps licking until I'm twitching, oversensitive and panting.

When he finally pulls back, his mouth glistens.

He wipes his chin and stands, towering over me as I catch my breath.

"On your knees," he commands.

Still dazed, I drop instantly, my body moving before my brain can catch up.

"Look at me," he says, cupping my jaw. "Open that perfect mouth."

I part my lips, and he spits into my mouth without hesitation.

"Swallow it."

I obey like it's gospel.

"Taste how sweet you are," he growls.

He slides his bathing suit off, and I take his large, throbbing cock in my hands. Precum is dripping from his tip, and I lean forward and take a lick.

I savor his taste. "Good fucking girl."

He then guides his cock into my mouth and I take him in, slow at first, then deeper. He lets me set the pace until his fingers fist in my hair and he starts fucking my mouth.

"Fuck, yes," he grits. "You were made for this. Made to be mine," he says, his abs flexing above me as he fights for control.

I take him deeper, relaxing my throat. I get a little too excited and gag.

"Mmm, choke on my cock like a good little slut."

I moan around him, letting drool run down my chin, taking him to the back of my throat. I want to gag again, my eyes getting watery. I want to please him so badly it hurts.

I'm his good girl. I always have been.

He grunts, eyes burning down into mine. "Fuck. You're perfect, Stassi."

His thrusts become faster, more aggressive. His breathing is heavy. He's close.

His hips jerk. "I'm going to come," he warns. "Hold it. Don't swallow."

He grunts, hips jerking forward, and I feel his cock pulse. I clamp my lips down as he spills into my mouth, hot and thick.

After a few slow thrusts, making sure I've taken every last drop, he slides out of my mouth.

I hold it there just like he said, mouth full, waiting for his command.

"Look at me."