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Founder reward her, she's always so eager -– he leans to put both hands on the mirror just to keep them occupied himself, and he feels the instant rush of heat through him as she's upon him once more.

"Like that," he says, looking down at her, at the twin images of her lips around his cock and the back of her, kneeling before him. "Good."

She likes his praise. She always has, but this is a bit different. She looks up at him, lean muscle in her peripheral, and pretends she can feel his hand at the back of her head. She had liked that, too.

She tries to move as he thinks he would guide her. She's hopeful that he'll try again, sometime, once the fear of choking her has faded.

She thought it was funny, anyway.

He may not put his hands on her, but he’s still in her mouth, and the urge to not fully rock his hips forward is a nightmare to suppress. That focus — that fear — is the only thing that stops him from making a mess of her too quickly, even as he rapidly loses himself to the pleasure of it.

“I…,” he says, the order spoiled by the low moan that slips out of him immediate after. His fingers curl around the mirror frame. “You tempt me to...” Founder, how crude is he allowed to be? “To try this every day, until you can swallow me whole.”

She'll have to remember to encourage him to be as crude as he'd like, once her mouth isn't occupied. She can easily separate what happens here from their reality: he loves and respects her. He can be a little filthy and disrespectful when they're fooling around.

She likes it, from him. He's safe.

Still, what he says is enough to make a smile reach her eyes, and a hum that sounds like uh huh comes from her throat as she fucks him with her mouth. Don't threaten her with a good time.

Looking down at her and her joy makes a shiver run up his spine. His head drops, eyes closed, as he leans his weight into the mirror to keep from meeting the stroke of her mouth with a hearty thrust of his own.

"I want to have your mouth as enthusiastically as I do the rest of you," he mutters. "As hard as you want it."

She wishes he wouldn't fight his urges.

Jill hums again in pleased agreement, flat of her tongue pressing to the bottom of his cock as she pulls back to focus on his head, lavishing it with her attentions. She reaches out to put a hand on his calf, thumb rubbing his skin, touching simply to touch.

He opens his eyes when he feels her hand on his skin, and for a beat he's not sure what he's supposed to do about that. Didn't he tell her not to? Is he supposed to follow through with the order if she disobeys? He struggles to reason out an answer with the tug of her lips around the head of his cock, so he doesn't think. He just stoops just enough to engulf her wrist in his grip, pulling her hand off him and holding it.

"Jill," he warns, the same way he might scold a new recruit to the Cursebreakers. Sure, that works. "I told you no hands."

His dick falls from her lips with a little pop, and Jill smiles. Oops.

"I thought you meant your cock. I'm not allowed to touch you at all?" She asks, voice low. "I don't believe you shared the consequences with me, should I disobey."

Try to look less thrilled, Jill.

Oh. Maybe he was unclear on that, but she looks happy, so.

"I am going to have to punish you when you're finished here," he says, and with his cock out of her mouth, he can comfortably move again: he shifts his weight forward, letting his cock bounce against her cheek, a smear of wetness touching her hair. "Back to it, Jill."

He's going to keep hanging onto her wrist, too.

There's a brief grin from her before she licks the side of his cock.

She has another hand. She looks him in the eyes as she lifts it to run along his thigh, defiant.

If she's to be punished anyway, might as well.

There's that competitive streak again, and with no hesitation, he snatches up her other wrist too, easily moving it to the first hand so he can clutch both at once.

"Last chance," he warns. "Or you won't have my cock at all."

"Does that apply to your mouth, too?" She can't help but ask, cheeky. Jill decides not to push her luck too much, angling her head to get the tip of his cock into her mouth once more.

"It applies to whatever I feel like," he says, but there's a sharp little breath in as she's on him again.

She hums in acknowledgement. He can keep her wrists. She doesn't need her hands, and the challenge is fun, keeping him in her mouth and using her neck and back. There's amusement in her eyes as she looks up to him.

It's odd, feeling her weight shifting under hands like this, and the thought that she's willing to struggle to see it through makes him that much eager to put her through her paces. He can often only imagine being wanted that much.

"Oh, my lady..." Her pet name sounds far less cute when he's growling it. "There you go..."

Less cute, but no less alluring. The praise fuels her, and she does her best to work him to the back of her throat, slowly and carefully, not wanting a repeat of the last time.

Which truly was nothing terrible of note--for her. He might not agree if she chokes again.

He's lost in it fast enough that he doesn't notice just how deep she is until he feels the head of his cock bump into the back of her throat. A little shout slips out of him, hot and hungry for it, and his nerves feel wrung between worry and pleasure. He gasps, his free hand going to her shoulder. He's not sure if he means to stop her or just steady himself, but he holds her nonetheless, trying not to spill on the spot.

She stills, just for a moment, to make sure he isn't trying to stop her. And then she moves again, pulling back and drawing him in again, right to the back of her throat. She can feel every vein in his cock in her mouth and she moans quietly against him.

He gasps, loud and ragged, breath suddenly heaving. His grip on her wrists tightens.

"I'm about to spend," he warns her.

She knows. She's seen him come enough times to know his tells, though she does appreciate the warning.

She thinks she can probably take him at the back of her throat. If she chokes, she chokes, but the attempt would be well worth it in her books. She moans again, letting him feel the flat of her tongue as she works him, then takes him deeply once more.

Clive makes a choking noise himself when he makes to pull back and she just draws him in again, deep and hot and strong, but he comes with another gasp before he really can pull away, making no effort to quiet himself.

Didn't he want to be swallowed whole?

The benefit of him being all the way back is that when he comes, it immediately begins to slide down her throat. Jill swallows, and swallows, trying to absorb the delicious sounds he makes while not forgetting to breathe. He really could smother her like this. Drown her, and then he'd never let her have her way with him again.

Luckily for them both, she doesn't choke. She eagerly milks him with her mouth, and hardly gives him time to think before her tongue is making sure nothing remains.

And yes, she is quite proud of herself.

He's immediately afraid, but she keeps him down, and he can't stop coming. He just gasps his way through the whole thing, vision blurring out, everything else in the world stopping as he focuses on the way her throat moves around his cock as she swallows his cum.

"Jill," he says, near scolding, but it feels too good.

She's cleaned herself up enough times to have an idea of how much he typically spends, but it feels different when down her throat as opposed to on a washcloth. Still, she enjoys it, because it's her doing.

Once she's sure nothing is going to splatter anywhere, she lets him fall from her mouth.

"Ye--" She clears her throat, the sound thick. "Yes?"

"I thought you were going to pull back," he says, but how can he complain? He releases her wrists, remaining hunched over her. "I didn't want to..." Whatever. He takes her face between her hands to kiss her immediately.

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