He had imagined me like this? On my knees, sucking him off? The thought sent a thrill through my body, making my nipples harden painfully against my bra. 

  

  

   I bobbed my head faster, taking him as deep as I could, gagging when the head hit the back of my throat. 

  

  

   Spit dribbled down my chin, but I couldn't bother about that I wiped it with the back of my hand and kept going, my hand wrapping around the base to stroke the part I couldn't swallow. 

  

  

   He started thrusting, slowy at first, testing how much I could take, then deeper, fucking my mouth with steady rhythm.

  

  

   Tears welled up in...