Page 101 of The Cost of Blood and Bonds

I can’t control my expression anymore. My jaw goes slack, my brow furrows, and every ounce of pleasure I’m feeling is written across my face. She watches it happen. Watches me fall apart and moans around my cock like seeing my pleasure turns her on just as much.

The sound vibrates through me, and I nearly lose it. My head thuds back against the wall. I have to bring my fist to my mouth and bite down on my knuckles to keep from groaning loud enough for the whole street to hear.

She’s relentless. Taking me deep, pulling back, swirling her tongue around the tip, then swallowing me whole again. Over and over. Building a rhythm that has my hands fisting and my mind dissolving into nothing but her.

Time stops, or maybe it stretches; I can’t tell anymore. I’m lost in her, in the hot, wet perfection of her mouth destroying me inch by inch.

Every muscle in my body is locked tight. I’m so close that one shift of her tongue will end me.

Then I feel something shift, her rhythm unraveling into something frantic. Her body rocking between my legs, urgent and restless.

Then come the moans. Fuck…the moans. They’re low and needy around my cock until I can barely stand.

I force my eyes open and force them to focus.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I see. Nothing.

Her dress is pushed up around her hips. One hand is wrapped around my cock, the other—Fuck, the other is buried between her thighs, fingers sliding through her wetness desperately.

She’s fucking touching herself while she takes my cock in her mouth. I’ve never been so wrecked in my life.

“Fuck—” I choke out. “Is sucking my cock making that pretty little cunt so wet you had to touch yourself?”

She whimpers, and her fingers move faster.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Her eyes lift to mine, glazed and fucking devastating. She moans around my cock, the sound dragging me closer to the edge, and takes me impossibly deeper. Her fingers are frantic now, chasing it, desperate for it.

I need to watch her shatter. I need to feel her moan around my cock when she comes.

“You’re close.” I fist my hand in her hair. “I can feel you breaking, and fuck, I need to be inside your mouth when it happens.”

She whimpers, her eyes fluttering.

“Come for me.” I can barely speak. “Come with my cock in your mouth like a good girl.”

She moans like she’s begging without words. She’s so close. I can feel it in the way she’s trembling, the way the sounds she’s making are turning pleading, but she can’t tip over the edge, can’t let go.

She needs more. She needs me to push her.

“Right now.” The words scrape out of me; I’m barely holding on. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

The order rips through her, and she shatters, she fucking shatters, with my cock in her fucking mouth.

The broken sound she makes around my cock is all it takes. I come with a groan I can’t contain.

She swallows around me, greedily taking everything I give her. She’s still shaking, still moaning, her own orgasm tearing through her, while mine rips through me. Her whole body is shuddering as she comes on her fingers with my cock still in her mouth.

I white out to the sound of her, the feel of her unraveling around me, and it ruins me. So deeply, I know I will never be the same, and I don’t want to be.

My legs threaten to give out. I slide down the wall until I’m sitting, pulling her into my lap, both of us breathing hard.

I can’t speak. Can barely think. All I can do is hold her against my chest and wait for the world to come back. It doesn’t, not fully, not the same world as before. “I’m never going to recover from that. You know that, right?”

A soft laugh escapes her as she catches her breath against me. She looks up at me with those impossible eyes, and I feel like I will actually die in her stare.

“Good,” she says, still breathless. “Now we’re even.”