70. Alice

ALICE

M ichael shoves his cock down my throat.

It’s rough.

Frantic.

And perfect.

My eyes water.

I struggle to keep my throat muscles from seizing.

And I grip his thighs for balance.

“That’s it.” He pulls out and shoves back in. “Breathe through your nose, Baby Cakes. Just breathe and let me fucking take this throat.”

I do.

I inhale and grip his legs tighter.

I blink at him.

I take in the primal look in his eyes.

And my core throbs.

“That’s my girl.” His cock almost slips free of my lips.

He pushes back in, his tip sliding even deeper this time.

“That’s my good girl, earning her way back to the nice list.”

Tears roll down my cheeks, pleasure and happiness swelling inside me.

Michael’s hands flex in my hair, and the pull brings me right back to the edge.

I let go of him with one hand and reach down to that spot between my thighs.

The water has done nothing to wash away my slickness, and my fingers slip over my clit.

I moan around his length, and Michael uses his hold of my hair to pull me off his dick.

“Are you touching yourself, Little Alice?”

I nod, gasping for breath.

He drags my face forward, and I lick the slit at his tip.

Michael moans. “Rub that clit for me. I want you coming as you swallow me down.”

I wrap my lips around the head of his dick, and he shoves his hips forward.

The sounds he’s making…

The feeling of him filling my throat…

And my fingers on my already sensitive center…

I start to come, clamping my thighs together, trapping my hand in place even as I keep rubbing my clit.

“Fuck. That’s it. Yeah, that’s it, Baby. Come on those fingers.” Michael jerks his hips forward.

His hands hold me still.

Holds himself deep in my throat.

“Now swallow.”

It’s the only warning I get.

His cock pulses in my mouth, and he starts to come.

I swallow.

I try to take it all.

But I’m not good at this.

It’s too much.

I have to pull back, and his cock slips free from my mouth as I suck in a breath.

His hand is suddenly around his length, jerking it off, and the last two jets of release land across my lips and chin.

We’re both panting.

Both gasping for breath.

I pull my hand out from between my thighs and grip his leg again.

“S-sorry,” I heave.

Michael slowly shakes his head. “What the hell are you apologizing for?”

I reach up and run my fingers through the mess on my face. “I couldn’t take it all.”

Michael groans, and I watch as more release pulses from his cock. “You took fucking plenty.”

I slide my fingers into my mouth, and Michael groans even louder, lowering himself into the water.

“Take anymore and you’re gonna fucking kill me.”