"Should I stop?"
Christian's hands clenched into fists, his breathing uneven.
"Fuck," he whispered.
I smirked. He could lie to himself all he wanted.
But his body told me everything I needed to know.
"Say the words, and I'll stop." I whispered, my breath warm against him.
His silence was enough of an answer.
I took him into my mouth again, forcing as much of him in as I could. His size made me gag, and I pulled back, saliva trailing from my lips.
He was too big.
Anger made me reckless, made me want to stop playing so safe, but it couldn't change the fact that he was too big for me to take all at once. No matter how hard I tried.
So I took what I could, sucking, one hand wrapped around the base of his length. My hand and mouth began to move in unison; my head bobbing and my hand moving around the base of his length.
