“Stick your tongue out, slut,” he ordered with a husky, gravely tone.
The pain in my jaw ebbed once the tip of my tongue was at his mercy. Paxton hissed at precisely the same moment I tasted the salty substance. His hand worked his shaft, gliding it up and down my tongue while his fingers held my eyes closed. I tasted every slippery, drop.
I knew there was no fighting it when he tilted my head a little more toward him and moved the head of his cock in. Just the head. In and out. In and out. The movement did allow me enough of a view through a slot in one eye to somewhat see him. He knelt on the bed beside my head with his hand holding the base of his shaft. Paxton had a nice one. Not too big to enjoy, yet big enough to satisfy.
Oh good lord. I was delirious. My mind and body betrayed me, sending everything into a whirlwind of confusion. I didn’t want this. I felt violated, yet I liked it. The constant thump between my legs was a dead giveaway.
Once again, other than muffled aahh’s and ohm’s heard through faint whispers, silence fell between us. There was nothing. Paxton was gentle. Very gentle. The light way he covered my eyes with his fingers, and the way he gently slid in out of my mouth was done with care. He did pick up his pace a little once he’d moved to the back of my throat. That’s when I realized he wasn’t really closing my eyes, he was holding my head still, trying not to hurt me.
Noble bastard.
The things that ran through my mind during the one-and-a-half-sided blowjob consisted of the chicken on the bone. Rowan’s beautiful mother. The tantrum Ophelia threw over nothing. My doctor’s appointment in two days. The neighbor that kept the girls while I was away. And milk of all things. That’s when I could tell something was about to happen. That’s when I wondered where the hell it was going to happen. Paxton’s hips jerked, moving to the back of my throat with moans and grunts, and I knew it was time.
The sudden grip he held on my jaw again was a silent warning not to close my mouth when he pulled out. It wasn’t a painful grip, just enough to warn me that it could be. Standing right above me, he jerked himself off and I watched, waiting for the inevitable.
I closed my lips around him when he moved to the back of my throat, tasting the first spurt. Paxton groaned and I felt and pulled out, squirting the remainder on my lips. I swallowed as quickly as I could while gathering saliva to replace it. He got in a couple of more strokes and removed himself from my mouth.
“You know milk is over four-dollars a gallon,” I blurted as he walked away.
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. I didn’t need to see the misperception on his face to read it. The tone was enough. “What?”
“Just thought I would throw that out there. You know, so you would know what was on my mind while you fucked my mouth.”
“Wow, Gabriella. I’m impressed. But, I bet you a spanking that you’re wrong.”
“What? Wrong about what?” I asked, sure my expression had changed to one of bewilderment.
He strode back to the bed, and I knew even in the dim light of the room that he wore a smirk. The covers were tossed from my body and an instant cool breeze brushed across my smooth sex. His fingers moved between my legs and I jolted my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I needed touched. His fingers were so close, rubbing up and down my soft lips, but not the ache.
“I mean all of this. If this is an act, you’re good, really good. I do have to say I like it. You never squirmed that much. I wonder if you’re wet. Are you, Gabriella?”
Quick rapid breaths moved in and out of my lungs while my heart beat in the same rhythm. One faint whimper escaped when Paxton slid a finger through my slipper sex, proving what I already knew.
My hips writhed into his fingers when he stopped, wanting more. As sick as that made me, I didn’t want him to stop. I needed more, and for a split second, I thought about telling him so. The startled expression on his face kept me from it.
“You’re so fucking wet you’re ready to explode. You’re a slut. This is what happens to sluts. You need to come. Don’t you, Gabriella? You still thinking about milk?” he asked with three fingers, continuing to please my pulsating nub. Short, hard, strokes. Up and down. My heart thudded in crazy-fast beats while adrenaline pumped quickly through my veins. Every nerve in my body went on high alert, and my world spun too fast.
I tried like hell not to swirl my hips into his fingers, but I’m not sure if I succeeded or not. I whimpered my reply when Paxton pinched my clit and twisted, back and forth. My body trembled beneath his hand and I braced for relief. Relief that never came. Paxton glided his fingers through my slit again. Slowly. Up and down and then up my body.