You had opened the floodgates and now you were going to unleash all of your fears and open up to Josh. It’s such a vicious cycle, and I feel so powerless against my own brain. Then I feel like a failure for having anxiety in the first place. I feel like a failure for not doing what I want to because my anxiety keeps me from doing so. My anxiety has been horrible and I feel like a failure. “I think I’ve just felt so overwhelmed and lonely. “I don’t really know what’s wrong.” you started. You nodded your head, taking another shaky breath. “Now,” he started, his hand never leaving your chin, and his eyes never leaving yours. You let your body drop when he finished, feeling exhausted and ready to just sleep on the carpet here if he’d let you. He let his hand loose of the death grip in your hair as you pumped him, his cum soon filling your tongue and dripping onto your chest as he cursed under his breath, watching you intensely. “Fuck, baby,” Jake stuttered on his words as he pulled out of your mouth, you rose your hand to him and helped stroke out his orgasm, your tongue stuck out to clean the mess which was soon to come. His thrusts became harder, his body was shaking and you could feel him pulse in your cheeks. You nodded the best you could and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You love taking my cock huh?” He breathed out, accompanied by a deep throaty moan. Your hands gripped to his thighs to hold steady as he moaned and mumbled under his breath, the mascara running streams down your face as his head hit your gag reflex. “Open,” he commanded and you obligated, soon you were succumbed to the demand of his hand holding your head still as he thrust his cock into your mouth. Your met eyes with his cock as he let his pants drop and relocated one hand back to the wall and one into your hair. The determination on his face caused you to wriggle under his frame as he undid his jeans, pulling his boxers down. You looked up at him from the floor, he watched you sit below him, his eyes continuously wandering. “Though, I love seeing your mascara run more when you’re gagging on my cock.” his words made the breath hitch in your throat as he pushed you to your knees. You could feel yourself sinking again, you wanted him to use you so badly and yet you wanted to slap him across the face just as much. You grew increasingly more insecure of his gaze on your bare skin. “You’re such a fucking mess, so pretty when you cry for me.” His eyes wandered your body, red and heated. Jake grabbed your face with his hand, your chin in his palm. The disconnection made you want to cry and you had already let a couple of tears fall from his hand to your throat minutes before. He stood quickly and pulled you up to him, kissing you hard, his face and lips still slick from the encounter. As you began to reach your climax, Jake pulled off of you, grabbing your hand from his hair.
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