Hostile Takeover by Hill, W (best novels to read for students .TXT) 📕

as her mouth opened to take him, it kept being pushed open farther, the hinge of her jaw stretching, straining harder.

Her dentist had always said she had a small mouth, such that her jaw hurt from opening wide enough for him to do his annual cleanings. But that was good, because she knew Ben would like a tight, wet mouth, one that would clamp around him like a snug pussy. She had a moment of panic, though, thinking she wouldn’t be able to take his full girth. He kept pushing forward, slow, deliberate. It was a little scary to have something that large pushing toward the back of her throat, the steel and meat of him against her teeth.

How long was he? Was he mostly diameter, or did he have the length as well? She’d practiced this with a large dildo, first using benzocaine, and then learning to do it without it, relaxing those throat muscles. Now that it was truly happening, she had to force her crazy emotional and physical reactions to settle, focus enough to do what she’d prepared herself to do. She wasn’t going to fail in this. A man with a cock this size needed a woman who could service him well.

There were other things she could do, teasing the ridge around the head, sucking on the tip and, if he’d let her use her hands, please God, she could let them help the work of her mouth. However, she understood this moment wasn’t about technique.

He was taking his time, which made her chest constrict with a more emotional reaction. While he was ruthless, he really wasn’t cruel. He’d brought her here for aftercare, and now that he was making a Master’s demands on her, he was being patient. He was hard and hot, like steel pulled right from the fire. She’d had a taste of him and now she wanted his climax, wanted to swallow him down. His fingers were tight in her hair, conveying his reaction and holding her steady as well.

She got him past her gag reflex, and counted it down in her mind, a meditative thing Jon had taught her long ago. At the time, it had been to deal with family and school stress, but she’d discovered the exercise not only kept her body relaxed but those all-important throat muscles as well.

There. He’d stopped. She wasn’t all the way to the base, but she had a sense she was close. She breathed fast through her nose, trying to slow it down. Easy, easy. Her body was trembling, her pussy leaking arousal on her calves. Her nipples were so tight they ached, the barbells adding to that sensation. She vibrated in guttural sound as he noticed, one hand cupping her right breast, thumb passing over the nipple and tweaking the piercing.

“That’s my good girl. Hold steady, there.”

As he began to withdraw, he gave her a gift. “Start sucking me. Show me what else that smart-ass tongue of yours can do.”

She drew in her cheeks, ecstatic at the sensation when his shaft returned, a deep, slow thrust. She used her tongue and a little bit of her teeth. Teasing the sensitive, throbbing vein under the shaft, flicking against it like plucking a taut violin string, she won an approving grunt, a flex of his fingers.

He kept it a torturous glide back and forward. As he went out, she nipped and sucked the corona, the broad head, and when he came back in she stroked that vein beneath anew. As she started to make unintelligible noises of pleasure in the back of her throat, he began to pick up speed. It increased the strain on her jaw, but it was all about pleasuring him, serving him. Her every nerve, every brain cell was attuned to it. For him, she could go into subspace with the least provocation. During this, during pain…even listening to the sound of his voice urging her on was enough.

“There you go. Suck me harder. Fuck…”

Her fingers, clasping her forearms in that box position at the middle of her back, clenched at the hoarse note. She knew he had awesome control. He’d fucked those three subs to completion before he came for the first time. But she wanted to believe the past couple days had been the continuous teasing foreplay for him it had been for her. She wanted him to lose control, use her hard, leave her jaw aching so badly she’d have trouble speaking the next few days. She wanted to be marked by him in every way.

She was so deep in that zone she was confused when he pulled out. She reached for him with her mouth, making a noise of protest. In answer, he turned her roughly, pushed her back down into obeisance pose, her arms still boxed so she had to depend on him to guide her face to the mat without harm. He pressed her forehead to it, his hand on the back of her neck. She quivered, her stomach flip-flopping as a plastic tip pushed against her anus. At the squirt of heated lubricant going in, her fingers flexed. Oh God, yes.

He tossed it aside so she heard the little plastic tube roll out beside her. Then his cock head was at her entrance. “Breath deep and push out against me, Marcie.”

No one had ever been inside her there. She’d saved it for him, though she’d practiced with various-sized toys to be sure she could handle him. She wasn’t so sure of that now, because the largest toy she’d used had been about two-thirds of his actual girth, and it had been a difficult entry. But she was so wildly aroused she thought she could take him if he was big as a tree trunk.

She wouldn’t tell him he was her first anal sex. That would change things, give it a significance that could make him withdraw, physically and emotionally. She couldn’t handle that. So she obeyed, breathing deep, pushing out and hoping she