DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

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My dick was already stirring again, thick and inestent just from watching Bella lock The swollen ligh, her eyes ad pony and starving I wrapped my hand around the base and wesked dow-once twice York, it didn’t ke shit. Men and bike in fast. hardening me back to steel in seconds, eins paising under my palm

“Yeah,” I rasped, voice scraped raw from all the groaning earlier. “I get hard again so quick for you look at this che

Her lips parted on a shaky breath, like she could already taste me on her tongue: That hurry little look mapped someth

in me.

“Open up.” I ordered, low and final

She did-mouth wide, tongue flat, no fucking hesitation. Good girl.

I fisted the back of her head, fingers knotting in her hair, and fed her the head first. Let her lips stretch, let her feel the weight. Then deeper. Wet heat enveloped me, tight and slick, and when I nudged the back of her throat, she gagged, just a flutter that shot lightning up my spine.

I didn’t pull back.

I rocked in, slow at first, then all the way until her nose pressed to my pelvis and her throat clenched around me like a vise. A rough grunt ripped out of my chest. “That’s it… take every fucking inch.”

Her eyes watered instantly, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, frantic to please. Spit slicked down my shaft, dripping messily onto my balls. I felt every desperate pulse of her throat trying to milk me while she fought for air.

“Fuck me so good with that mouth,” I growled, hips snapping into steady, deep thrusts now. “Yeah…. fuck…. just like that, Bella. Let me use this pretty throat.”

Every bottom-out drew those choked, needy whimpers from her-vibrations humming straight through my cock. My abs locked tight, balls drawing up. I wasn’t going to last long like this, not with her gagging, drooling, and staring up at me like she’d shatter if I stopped.

I tightened my grip, holding her exactly where I wanted. “You gonna swallow every drop when I come down your throat?”

She nodded frantically, lashes fluttering wet.

I smirked. My free hand slid lower, two fingers burying inside her soaked heat. I set a slow, deliberate rhythm-her hips twitched, chasing my palm even as her mouth worked me with those frantic, needy sucks.

I wasn’t letting her come again. Not yet.

“I love how wet you are… how fucking stretched you feel around my fingers,” I whispered, curling them deeper, flexing right against that spot that made her whole body jerk.

She moaned brokenly around my cock, teeth grazing skin as she bit her bottom lip hard enough to mark it.

I teased, curling just enough to graze her sweet spot, then pulling almost out, leaving only the tips circling her entrance. Her muffled whine vibrated down my shaft; her thighs trembled like she might collapse.

“Not so fast, beautiful,” I murmured, my voice low and mocking. “You don’t get to come again until I decide you’ve earned it. That scholarship? It’s dangling by a thread right now. One wrong move, one time you slack on sucking like you mean it, and poof. Gone. No A. No funding. Back to whatever broke-ass life was waiting before you crawled through my

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azine. They were wide, mitry with patic and raw need. She dove deeper in apology, throat working

and crucily

“That’s right. Every swirl of your tongue around the head every pretty gag… you’re buying another percentage posht Keep this up and maybe just maybe, you’ll scrape a B+ But if you want that A…” I twisted my fingers inside her again theinb grinding her clit for one brutal second before yanking away you’re gonna have to work a

a lot harder than & spark floor blowjob

She sobbed around me-frustrated, aching, and wrecked. Her hips chased empty air. I let her feel the denial, let her squirm

With my free hand. I unbuttoned my white shirt one slow flick at a time, letting hex watch. When it hung open. I shrugged in off crisp cotton sliding down my arms. Her gaze devoured the movement, her chest heaving, lips stretched obscenely around me

I gathered the fabric, then seized both her wrists. She didn’t fight. Just let melyank her arms behind her back and bind them tight with my shirt with a knot secure enough to bite without cutting circulation.

“There,” I growled, tugging once to test. Her shoulders arched, tits thrusting forward. “Now you can’t touch yourself. No cheating your way to relief. Only I decide when, or if, you come.”

I twisted my fingers deeper into her curls, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp around my length. Then I drove her mouth forward again, harder and deeper. She choked instantly, fresh tears spilling, but she opened wider, tongue flat and desperate, licking the underside as I fucked her face in short, punishing thrusts.

“Look at you.” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Tied up in my shirt, drooling on my cock, dripping down your thighs… all because you couldn’t keep your grades up. Pathetic. Fucking perfect.”

Her body shuddered, half from my words, and half from the edge I kept her teetering on. Every useless hip jerk earned me pulling my hand away completely, leaving her clenching on nothing.

The pressure hit too fast. I yanked free with a wet pop, saliva/strings bridging us for a filthy heartbeat before snapping.

Before she could gasp a full breath, I hooked fingers into her sundress straps and yanked the top down. Her heavy breasts spilled out, full, hard nipples already pebbled and begging.

“You really wore no bra for me,” I said, voice thick with dark satisfaction. I palmed both, squeezing hard enough to make soft flesh overflow my fingers. She moaned loudly, shattering, her head falling back against my grip on her hair.

“Stand”

Quiet. Lethal.

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She scrambled up on trembling legs, her wrists still bound, dress bunched at her waist, and tits heaving with ragged breaths.

I stepped in, slid one arm under her thighs, the other around her back, and lifted her like she was nothing. Her legs wrapped my waist instinctively, soaked panties pressing scorching and wet against my cock. I gripped her ass hard, kneading possessively.

“Those sweet fucking curves,” I whispered against her ear, carrying her to the wall. I pinned her there-cool plaster shocking her heated skin, making her gasp. Bound hands pressed useless behind her.

I stared at her swollen lips-red, glistening, trembling.

I leaned in slow, breath teasing her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body arching like she couldn’t help it.

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