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I love you.
She starts to work my shaft like a damn icy-pole, hollowing her mouth to take me deep before sucking and drawing out until she reaches the tip. Then, swallowing the entire thing again. And again. And again.
“Oh, fuck,” I bite out, breathless.
Dark dots dance in my vision.
My thighs tense to the point of pain.
My balls draw up, my hips start to rock, and she meets my thrusts. Her hands support herself on my thighs as she cradles my cock in her mouth, the tip touching her throat.
“Fuck. Your mouth. So good. You like my cock, baby? You like it dripping on your tongue?”
Suddenly, in my mind, a cascade of precisely paced and flawlessly placed keys build—a crescendo of euphoric sounds. I lose focus, and dark bliss hazes my vision. Her mouth is hot, wet, warm—everything I ever dreamed of.
She doesn’t care about the scars, Tyler.
Thrust.
She is kissing them.
Thrust.
She’s licking them.
I’ll kill everyone for her, I don’t care, I’ll do anything to have her like this, for this woman, I’ll bleed and burn and fight!
My head drops backward as I fuck her mouth. Enjoying the warmth, the love, the understanding, no shame, God, yes.
“Vallie,” I hiss, losing strength to shudders, losing my mind to her and the powerful and resonant notes in my mind.
Vallie. Vallie. Vallie. Yes.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” I tense up. “What do— Do you want me in your mouth? On your face?”
She sucks me in deep, and I explode as the final chord of my climax pounds through my ears.
I come. I come so fucking hard that every inch of muscle inside me shakes. I fill her throat, but she swallows around my crown, milking the final spurts from me with each contraction.
My cock slowly slips from her mouth. Tremors rocket through my body as it falls through her wet, warm, loving lips.
She licks a bead of cum from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes soften as she says, “Was that your first blow job?”
I nod, still reeling. “I don’t let anyone see.”
“You’re gorgeous, Tyler.” She reaches up, her body rising as she lifts to her tippy-toes. Her hands cradle my cheeks again. “I’m not kidding. You’re the single most stunning man I have seen, and girls would scratch at each other to drop to their knees for you.”
My teeth crush together, my molars aching against the pressure. “I don’t believe you.”
“Oliver used to call me his ‘chubby girlfriend,’ and I started to identify like that. He’d slap my arse but not in a sexy way, in a way that made me feel like he wanted to mock the way it wobbles. He would tell me when something was too tight or…” Sadness moves through her gaze, and I want to kill him all over again. “Don’t believe her. The voice in your head. She’s a liar.”
“The scars?”
“I’m fucked in the head, so don’t take this wrong, but…” A blush moves across her cheeks. “I think scars are sexy.”
CHAPTER 18
VALLIE