Chapter 148 Please, Don't Stop
ISLA
I obeyed, parting my lips, and he guided his cock to my mouth. The head brushed against my tongue and I tasted salt and musk and him. I moaned, trying to take him deeper, but he held me still.
"Not yet," he said, his voice strained. "I want to watch you. Want to see how badly you want this."
I looked up at him as I wrapped my lips around just the tip, swirling my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to taste more of him. His hips jerked forward involuntarily and his grip in my hair tightened.
"Tease," he accused, but there was approval in his voice.
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, using my hand to stroke what didn't fit in my mouth. He was so thick my jaw already ached, but I didn't care. I wanted this. Wanted to worship his cock, wanted to prove how good I could be for him.
"That's it," he encouraged, his free hand coming to cup my cheek, thumb brushing away the spit that was already gathering at the corners of my mouth. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well."
The praise made me moan around him, the vibration making him curse. I worked him faster, taking him deeper with each bob of my head, until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged.
"Fuck," he groaned, and then both hands were in my hair, holding me in place. "You want me to fuck your throat? Want me to use this pretty mouth until you can't breathe?"
I hummed agreement, tears already gathering in my eyes.
"Then relax your throat," he instructed, pulling almost all the way out. "And breathe through your nose."
He thrust forward, sliding deeper than before, past my gag reflex, until my nose was buried in the dark hair at his base. I choked, tears spilling over, but he held me there for three long seconds before pulling back and letting me gasp for air.
"Again," he said, and thrust back in.
He fucked my throat in earnest then, using my mouth like a toy, holding my head still while he drove his cock deep with each thrust. Spit dripped down my chin. Mascara ran in black streaks down my cheeks. I gagged and choked but I didn't pull away, taking everything he gave me.
"Look at you," he groaned, his pace becoming erratic. "So fucking beautiful with my cock down your throat. My perfect little slut."
I moaned around him, my hand sliding between my legs to rub my clit through the lace of my panties. I was soaking wet, could feel my arousal dampening the fabric, and the act of pleasuring him was somehow making me wetter.
"Are you touching yourself?" he asked, looking down to see my hand working between my thighs. "Are you so desperate that sucking my cock makes you need to get off?"
I nodded as much as I could with him buried in my throat.
He pulled out abruptly, his cock slipping from my mouth with an obscene sound. I gasped for air, spit connecting my lips to his tip in glistening strands.
"Bedroom," he ordered. "Now. Leave the lingerie on."
I stood on shaky legs and followed him down the hallway, admiring the way his ass looked in those jeans, the broad expanse of his shoulders. His bedroom was just as masculine as the rest of the house—king-sized bed with dark sheets, minimal furniture, everything neat and organized.
He went to his closet and pulled out a silk tie—expensive, dark blue, something he'd probably worn to countless faculty meetings without anyone knowing it would end up being used like this.
"Hands," he said, and I extended my wrists without hesitation.
He bound them together efficiently, the silk soft against my skin but tight enough that I couldn't slip free. Then he guided me to the bed, sitting me on the edge before kneeling in front of me.
The position reversal surprised me. He'd been so dominant, so commanding, and now he was on his knees between my spread thighs, looking up at me with those intense eyes.
"I need you to understand something," he said, his hands running up my stockinged legs, fingers tracing the garter straps. "Once I start, I'm not stopping. Not unless you tell me to. So if you have any doubts, any second thoughts, now's the time to say so."
"I don't," I said firmly. "I want this. I want you. All of you."
He held my gaze for another moment, searching for any sign of hesitation, then nodded. His hands hooked into my panties and he dragged them down my legs slowly, exposing my pussy to his view.
"Fucking beautiful," he muttered, spreading my thighs wider. "You're dripping, baby. All this just from sucking my cock?"
"Yes," I admitted breathlessly.
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue through my folds in one long, slow lick that made my back arch. "So sweet," he groaned against me. "Could eat this pussy all night."
Then he proceeded to try.
His tongue worked magic between my legs—circling my clit, dipping inside me, licking through my wetness like he couldn't get enough. He held my thighs open with strong hands, keeping me spread for him while he devoured me. When he sucked my clit between his lips, my bound hands flew to his hair, holding him against me.
"Marcus," I moaned, my hips rolling against his face. "Oh god, don't stop."
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes, all while his tongue continued its assault on my clit. The combination was devastating. I felt my orgasm building embarrassingly fast, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.
"You're close," he observed, pulling back slightly. His chin was wet with my arousal. "I can feel you clenching. You want to cum on my tongue?"
"Please," I begged. "Please, I need—"
He pulled his fingers out and stood up, leaving me on the edge, desperate and empty.
"Not yet," he said, and there was something almost cruel in his smile. "You don't get to cum until I'm inside you."
He pulled his henley over his head, revealing the body I'd only glimpsed before—broad chest, defined abs, that V of muscle disappearing into his jeans. He kicked off his pants and boxer briefs, and his cock stood proud and thick, the head flushed dark with need.
"Lay back," he instructed. "Hands above your head."