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“It looks uncomfortable.” She wraps her hand around my shaft, shifting it in the confines of my briefs until it lays straight against my body, angled toward my hip. On a soft breath, she whispers, “Oh.”

Indeed.

“That definitely feels better.” A groan rumbles low in my chest as she continues to stroke and explore my cock. And with the next stroke, a dot of pre-cum wets the cotton. Never in my life have I hated anything as much as I hate my briefs in this god damn moment. I want to strip them off and roll her over. I want to worship her the way she’s meant to be.

My biceps bulge, and my hands tremble against the back of my head with the effort of restraint.

Truie slides her fingertips beneath the waistband and skims along the sensitive skin of my lower abs. When she lifts the wide elastic, my cock surges, laying fully erect against my belly.

I have to shove my head into my clasped hands to stop myself from reaching out. I ache to touch her, and the craving to taste her is almost overwhelming. I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the mere thought. I’m coiled tight like a spring ready to bounce.

“Lift.”

I open my eyes, staring deep into hers. “Are you sure?”

At her nod, I arch my back and lift my hips off the mattress. Truie tugs at the tight fabric, sliding it down my legs until I can’t help but kick them off. And then, then she has me totally naked and completely at her mercy.

Her wicked fingers and innocent touch trail fiery paths along my skin. She reaches between my legs and cups my balls, gently rolling the tight, swollen sac in her palm.

I have to count the letters of the alphabet, recall the number of lives I’ve taken, recite the blessed rosary, in order not to blow. She is literally killing me, and I can only think of one way I’d prefer to go. But that’s her choice. I gave her control, complete control, over every step of this, so if I die with my balls cradled in her soft hand, then I’ll be fucking grateful for the gift that is.

Her touch moves to my shaft, tracing the vein on the underside, teasing, touching. Pre-cum beads, and she rubs it delicately, playing with me, taking her time exploring me. Torturing me. And then Truie, my dear sweet little hummingbird, parts her lips and sucks on her finger.

Nope. This is what’s going to kill me. This is how I’ll fucking die.

Her eyes widen, and a smile pulls at her lush lips as she hums.

Fuck my life, this is not how I want to go out. No, I have to live long enough to see her mouth stretched wide as she swallows my cock. I cannot die until I’ve experienced that.

Either God’s been listening to my prayers, or the rosary wasn’t as bad a recitation as guilt had me thinking, because Truie does exactly that. She curls over me, hand grasping my dick, and slides her sweet lips around me.

Tremors wrack my body and it takes everything I have not to thrust into her mouth. To keep my hands where they are and not weave my fingers through her hair, to not hold her still and fuck her hot, wet, perfect mouth.

“Fuck. God, fucking hell,” I groan through gritted teeth. My balls pull tight, dangerously tight. I’m going to traumatize this woman and embarrass myself in the process. “Careful, hummingbird. I’m trying to hold back, but your mouth is fucking perfect. God, please, baby, please…”

She is, in fact, decidedly not careful.

“Darlin’, I’m going to⁠—”

She hollows her cheeks, drawing the life right out of me. Through my fucking dick.

I see stars.

I transcend planes of existence.

I see the personification of Heaven staring up at me, bracketed by my thighs, lips stretched wide around my cock, her eyes dancing with delight.

For the briefest of moments, I forget myself, forget the vow I made to not move, and I haul her up until she’s splayed across my body. I kiss her. Plunder her mouth, licking inside, and I taste myself mixed with her. Best fucking thing ever.

I lose myself in kissing her as my breathing comes back to something resembling normal. My hands skim the slight, round curve of her ass. I give each of the perky globes a squeeze and press her to me.

My dick rubs against her clit, and I get the most perfect little moan that I greedily swallow down.

It takes way too long for my brain to come back online.

“Christ, I’m sorry. I made you a promise and broke it immediately.”

Her eyes are blown wide, her lips swollen and abused, and the smile pulling at the corners of her mouth is nothing short of magic.