Chapter 446: Taking Him Deep (R-18)

Mia’s eyes stayed on his even as they shone. She pulled back to the tip, sucked like a lollipop to recover, then slid down again, taking more than she thought she could. The thick ridge dragged over her tongue. The head punched into the squeeze of her throat and stayed there for a trembling second while she hummed, helpless, trying to keep the seal.

Stan’s hand tightened in her hair. Not shoving. Holding on.

"That’s deep," he said, voice wrecked. "That’s so fucking deep. Look at you. You came in here to cuddle and now you’ve got my cock in your throat."

She moaned around him. The vibration plus the heat plus the way she kept staring up like she needed to see him fall apart, it stripped whatever patience he had left.

"Again," he murmured. "Slow. Use your hand on what you can’t swallow. When you come up, suck the head. When you go down, let me feel that throat."

Mia followed like she’d been waiting for instructions. Down, wet, straining, her nose almost at his stomach before she had to stop. Hold. Swallow. Up, sloppy, sucking the tip, tongue working the slit. Down again. Each time she went a fraction farther. Each time she gagged she flushed and tried once more instead of quitting, spit running down to her fist and dripping onto the sheets.

He likes this. He’s shaking. I can feel him twitching on my tongue. I want him to finish in my mouth. I want to know what that tastes like because it’s him.

Stan’s other hand found her breast again without thinking, groping the heavy soft weight while she sucked him, thumb rolling the nipple he’d already made wet with his mouth. The dual attention made her whimper around his cock. The sound went straight down his spine.

"Mia. I’m close. You keep taking it like that I’m going to come." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

She didn’t pull off. She sank again, deeper, messy, eyes streaming, and stayed there working her throat around him in small swallowing pulls while her hand stroked the inches she couldn’t take.

"Fuck, where do you want it." His voice cracked. "Mouth or..."

She sucked harder in answer, a desperate little nod around the thick stretch of him, and that was it.

Stan came with a broken groan, hips hitching once, twice, cock kicking hard against her tongue. Heat flooded her mouth in pulses. She tried to swallow and couldn’t get all of it, some spilled from the corner of her lips, down her chin, onto her knuckles, but she stayed on him, sucking through it, throat working, eyes still lifted to his face like she needed to watch him lose it.

That’s because of me. He’s coming because I put him in my mouth.

He held her there through the last twitches, gentle now, thumb wiping a tear from the corner of her eye without making her stop. When it was too much he hissed and eased her back. Mia came off him with a wet gasp, lips swollen, chin shiny, still holding his cock like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to let go.

Stan stared at her in the amber light, chest heaving.

"Come here."

She crawled up. He kissed her without caring about the taste of himself, filthy and fond, licking into her mouth, squeezing her breast, pulling her half on top of him so the heavy softness of her settled on his chest.

"You didn’t have to go that deep," he murmured against her lips.

Mia’s voice was wrecked and small and a little proud.

"I wanted to see if I could."

Stan laughed, shaky, and kissed her again.

"You could. Fuck. You could."

.....

He didn’t let her hide for long.

The kiss broke on a breath and his gaze dropped, helpless, to the heavy hang of her breasts against his chest, still marked faint from his mouth, nipples tight, the soft weight of them spilling wherever they touched him. He made a sound that was almost a laugh and ducked his head.

His mouth closed over her again.

Mia moaned at once, low and startled, and bit her lower lip hard enough to feel it. The wet heat of him after everything else was too much and not enough. He sucked like he had missed them in the two minutes his cock had been in her throat, fondling the other breast with a greedy hand, squeezing, lifting, thumb dragging over the nipple until her back arched.

"Mia..."

She swallowed. "Yes..."

He pulled off just far enough to speak against the wet peak, still groping her, still looking at what filled his palm.

"Have I ever told you that you have such nice, amazing breasts..."

The way he said it was almost reverent and completely filthy.

Mia blinked. "Really?"

Stan huffed a laugh against her skin and sucked once more, pointed, before answering.

"Why are you acting so surprised when you’ve seen how obsessed I am with them lately."

She hesitated. The insecurity crawled up even with his mouth on her.

"It’s not like that," she said, quiet. "Even with the kiss and all that I couldn’t help feeling like you were only this responsive because I was... kinda almost forcing myself on you. That you still only love me as a childhood friend. Not as a woman."

Stan went still. Then he lifted his head so she had to see his face in the amber light.

"Don’t say that." His voice lost the tease. "I love you wholeheartedly as a woman. Even now my mind is filled with dirty imagination of me fucking these two amazing breasts."

Mia’s whole face went hot. She pressed it into the bed beside his muscular shoulder, hiding, ears burning.

Embarrassed. Immensely happy. The words sat in her chest like warmth she didn’t know how to hold. ’He sees me. Not the girl who used to run after him. He sees me for who I am...’

Stan looked at the embarrassed curve of her and shook his head, fond and wrecked. Why wouldn’t he be attracted to her. That figure. That insane ass that had been grinding on him since she climbed into the bed. Those big, heavy tits filling his hands and his mouth like they’d been made to ruin him. How could he not want her when she possessed all of that and then asked, in that small voice, whether he loved her as a woman.