Chapter 65: Unconscious (2)
He could tell he was getting close, but she was still staring at him, eyes wide, urging him on. So, trying to distract himself, he turned his attention to his physical self, only to discover that his physical self was in the bathroom of his hotel room, hard as a rock, thoroughly distracted by what parallel Jack was currently doing. The mutual looking at each other caused a bit of a feed-back loop so parallel Jack had to turn his attention elsewhere. He looked at Madison, but the sight of her frantically frigging herself while staring opened mouthed at his cock pistoning in and out of Miranda’s mouth only drove him closer to the edge.
When he thought about the desecration of his home, the anger that surfaced just cause his thrusts to become more forceful. Eventually he just gave into it and stared at Miranda’s face, looking into those pools of darkness, wondering how someone’s eyes could dilate so wide in bright light.
As he felt his peak near, her eyes began to droop, before finally closing. With a few desperate thrusts, he jammed his cock as far down her throat as far as he could manage and released a torrent of seed. With each pulse of seed, his hips twitch, pushing against her face.
When the waves of his orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of her mouth with a "shluck". For a moment she just sat there, jaw slack, mouth open, only upright because he was still holding her head. Then she took in a ragged, gasping breath and let it out with a shudder.
She took a few more deep, ragged, shuddering breaths before settling into a steady, rapid breathing, like a runner after a marathon. Her breathing eventually slowed, and she opened her eyes and stared up at him. Her pupils were still dilated, but not as extreme as before.
She swallowed, coughed a few times, swallowed again, then, with a voice like a chain smoker, said, "Thanks, I needed that. Mom always said men that inherited their wealth, or lucked into it, were subpar options, but that a man who acquired great wealth through his own power is to die for. And when I realized that you didn’t win the lottery through luck, but through your own power, it just overwhelmed me, the sheer magnitude of what you accomplished, and the realization that I’m yours. It was too much."
"I’m not gonna complain, but I still don’t understand why throat fucking you unconscious would help."
He really wasn’t complaining, because it was awesome.
"I don’t really understand it either. I was feeling overwhelmed with so many emotions and a memory of how I felt when you did it the first time came to me. During that first time, even though it was intense, I realized there was something freeing about not being in control anymore. And that loss of control was unexpectedly reassuring. So I thought it might help this time. And, it did."
"That was so hot," said Madison. "Scary, but hot."
Miranda stood and hugged him. Then she stepped back and said, "Right. You’re going to look at houses today and Madison can’t go because of the stupid FIS thing. Do you want me to go with you? I can provide a female perspective."