Page 385 of Deep Pockets


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He stutters out a breath. “Do you know how hot that is?”

So I do it again. I really will give him anything.

I turn my attention to his cock in earnest. I take him into my mouth, squeezing him at the root. A pained sound escapes him. Fingers close over my head. He starts to thrust gently into me, guiding my head but not forcing it.

A triangle of his belly is exposed and it pulses in and out, like he’s breathing double time.

I squeeze the warm, velvety base of him. I take him deep.

His fingertips pulse and curl at my scalp with every thrust, like his excruciating pleasure is coming out his fingers. I sneak a look at him standing over me, broken and beautiful.

And then I give him a little teeth, just a graze at the bottom. “Holy shit,” he says.

He clamps his hand onto my head and takes over the motion, fucking my face, coming with a strangled cry.

After he pulls out, he kneels in front of me. “Holy shit,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” I say.

He traces my lips with his finger. “It was more. How you were was more than I imagined. You’re always more.”

I put my camisole’s bra cups back over my breasts. He starts buttoning up my buttons. Clumsily.

“The professionals,” I say, taking over.

He stands, tucking in his shirt. “Gotta get you cleaned up.” We get ourselves together and drift over to the elevator.

Chapter Nineteen

Vicky

I stab the makeshift button, feeling dazed. Stab stab.

“Hey,” he says.

A grinding sound comes from below. Like the elevator didn’t get the message.

Stab stab stab.

“Don’t do that,” he catches my wrist. “You’ll burn out the winch starter.”

“Somebody is quite the micromanager,” I say.

He kisses my fingers.

The little cage arrives with a strange whirring sound and I get in, and then he gets in and hits the down button. The elevator lurches and begins to lower. It sounds funny. Different than before.

Just then, a motor below makes a grinding, screeching sound.

“Shit,” he says.

“What is that?” I ask.

“We’re okay,” he says, but the cage we’re in grinds to a stop. The motor falls silent. The light flickers out.

We’re in the darkness. Deep in a well.

“No!” I whisper, turning and clutching the cage side. “No…”

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