Chapter 129
Tilda
My clit throbs as Ethan uses his hold on my hair to pull my face closer.
To shove his dick deeper.
I let go of the base of his dick and brace both my hands on his thighs.
“Breathe through your nose, Firecracker.”
He bumps into the back of my throat.
He drags my head back.
Then he pulls me forward again.
“Fuck.” He repeats the motion. “Relax, Matilda.” Back, then forward. “Relax your throat.”
His words are quiet. And his groans are restrained.
But his body is tense. And his cock is so hard.
It’s hot and throbbing, and it feels so good in my mouth.
Ethan keeps going. And I keep trying to fit him.
Keep trying to take him.
Every time he hits resistance, I feel it in my core.
Every time my throat constricts, I feel it in my clit.
And when he groans again, I can’t take it anymore.
I inhale through my nose, and I drop my hand from his thigh.
I let him use me, use my hair to control me, as I slip my hand under my skirt.
Planning for a sexy scenario, I’m only wearing a thong under my dress.
Panties that are easy to push aside.
I moan around Ethan’s cock as my fingers glide through my already soaked slit.
My eyes roll back when I drag my finger up over my clit.
Gods.
The more I touch myself, the more my throat relaxes.
I keep going.
Keep rubbing.
I feel myself start to tremble.
Everything is so sensitive.
“Firecracker, I’m close,” Ethan grunts.
I tilt my head, keeping him in my mouth, as I look up and meet his gaze.
I lean forward, pulling against his grip to go just a little deeper.
“You like this, Wife? Do you like…” His attention lowers. And his cock pulses against my tongue. “Are you touching yourself, Matilda?”
I nod.
“Fuck.” He holds me still and pulls his hips back. “Such a Bad Girl.” He thrusts his hips forward. “Such a filthy little Wife.” He pulls back out.
I rub my clit faster.
His grunts get louder. And his hips thrust quicker.
Ethan fucks my mouth as I touch myself. In the middle of the day. In a public building.
And I’m so close.
So damn close.
“Fuck.” Ethan’s breathing is choppy. “Have you ever swallowed before?”
I hum my no as I give my head the smallest shake.
Ethan’s eyes close as he wedges his cock deeper. Then he opens them on a groan as he slides back out.
“Just once. I just need you to swallow one time.” He stares down at me, commanding it. “You can spit out the rest.”
My body starts to tense.
My orgasm a moment away.
I want to swallow.
Want to try it for Ethan.
Want to do anything for him.
“You want that?”
He fucks my mouth.
“You want to swallow me down?”
My pussy clenches.
“Get ready, Wife. Keep rubbing your little clit and get ready.”
He holds my head in place.
My heart beats once.
Then Ethan starts to come, pulsing and throbbing and spilling his release across my tongue.
I swallow.
I do it again.
And it’s all so overwhelming.
My throat works. And my senses implode as an orgasm rocks through me.
I sway at the intensity, and Ethan grips my head with both hands.
Waves of pleasure crash through my body.
I swallow once more as I pull my hand away from my core.
Ethan’s hold on me loosens, and I slump down onto my heels, exhaustion taking over as I fight to catch my breath.
Ethan wavers and braces a hand back against the counter. “That was… a big blow job.”
A snicker starts in my chest. “I’m glad we agree.”