My mind was racing a mile a minute as I lay on my back with my legs spread and my pussy exposed for this fine ass man to feast on. I had been debating whether or not I wanted to go through with it since I stepped foot in the room. I was uncomfortable, and I knew I was making him feel the same. I should’ve drunk some wine, not to be drunk, but just to loosen my nerves. I underestimated how hard it would be to be with someone other than Tim. Had this been my husband, I probably would’ve been in here hanging from the light fixtures. But instead, I was acting like a virgin when I was the one who pursued this encounter with him. I knew that I had to get it together, and quickly.
He bit the inside of my thigh, causing me to gasp and let out a low hiss. Then, with the first swipe of his tongue, all the nerves that I had in me floated out the window. Q had his face buried between my legs, eating me like I was the first meal he had had this week.
“Shit,” I groaned as my back arched and I brushed my nails across his waves. Throwing one leg across his shoulder, I let him continue his assault on my center. My hips moved on their own as I ground against his tongue. He pushed my leg back with my knee to my chest and licked me from front to back. Slowly devouring me, his thick, long tongue took me to a place that had me seeing stars.
“You taste so sweet, Breeze,” he said. He came up for just a brief second, only to reposition himself so that his other hand was free.
He slipped his fingers into me and pulled my clit back into his mouth. The pressure of his tongue on it was overwhelming.
“Damn Q, I’m about to--!” I panted as I was unable to finish the thought as his tongue went faster, his hands went deeper, and my back arched higher off the bed. I grabbed the back of his head, steadying him. So he knew exactly where I wanted him and came all over his face and hand.
“Shitttttt!” I screamed as his moans vibrated against my clit, adding an extra sensation that had me bucking.
My limp legs fell against his back as my head hit the pillow, and I heaved a bit. Q’s mouth was dangerous, and if he could do that with only his mouth, I already knew that I was in trouble. He got up and slid out of the bed, his face slick with all my juices that he never bothered to wipe off. The outline of his dick in those joggers was so clear that it made me bite my lip. Even through his pants, I could tell that he was a nice size. Both in length and girth. But when he pulled those joggers down, and his dick sprang free, I couldn’t have imagined that he was walking around in the free world with all that dick. He should have been locked up, at some sort of attraction, in an exhibit for spectators to see.
I sat back a little bit. Eyes wide, now a little unsure. Throughout this entire experience, I had mentally told myselfthat I wouldn’t compare Tim and Q. I don’t think anyone would disagree that Tim’s dick was big. But staring at this slab of meat that Q just pulled out of his boxer briefs, all I could do was hope that science was right when they said holes can’t get loose based on dick sizes. Because if, for any reason, they were wrong, Q was about to turn a water fountain into a wishing well.
“Why you looking like that, Breeze?” He chuckled. A cocky grin on his face as he stroked his dick and slowly walked back toward the bed.
I rolled on my stomach and bit my lip, “Just trying to figure out how I’m going to fit all that down my throat.” I responded softly. My nerves were gone; I wasn’t going to have Q in this room and be the worst fuck of his life.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, eyebrow raised.
“Yeah,” I nodded as I waited for him to stand at the edge of the bed.
He did, but before I could grab his dick, he leaned down in front of me, grabbed my hair, and looked me dead in the eye.
“Breeze, I’m pushing all your boundaries for the next 23 hours. If for any reason you are uncomfortable, let me know, okay?” He urged. The eye contact made my pussy tingle, and I nodded.
“Use your mouth, baby.” He said roughly, still waiting for a verbal acknowledgement.
“I’ll let you know,” I blushed as I agreed.
He leaned forward and kissed me. The taste of me was still on his lips, and I savored my essence. It turned me on even more as I moaned into his mouth. Q was a great kisser; he kissed me with so much passion that it gave me chills.
He pulled back and stood to his full height; I slid to the edge of the bed and sat up. I came face-to-face with his dick. It was really like a work of art. Thick, long, veiny, no foreskin, evenly toned. I licked my lips and grabbed it with one hand before I flicked my tongue across the tip of it and then took him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Q groaned. His hands went to my hair. His fingers tangled through my tresses as he slowly moved his hips back and forth.
I don’t have any gag reflexes, and even still, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take all of him. The way he was stretching my mouth made me feel like a squirrel with a nut in its jaw.
One hand rubbed his abs while the other caressed his balls, and he continued to slide his dick in and out of my mouth. And for the next couple of minutes, he talked me through every single second of what I was doing to him. It wasn’t until I was sitting in front of him, mouth full, that I realized I may just have a praise kink. Because as he thrusted in and out of me, all I could hear was “That’s it, Breeze, suck that shit for me, baby, you sucking this dick so good, Mama, eyes up, B.”
His voice alone had me clamping my thighs together so that I could alleviate some of the throbbing in my middle. I didn’t have to wait too long because the way that he was groaning and his hips sped, I already knew that he was close to finishing.
“Gah damn Breeze, I’m about to nut baby.” He panted as he pumped faster and harder and then abruptly pulled out of my mouth. The growl that escaped his mouth as he shot ropes of cum on my cheek caused a moan to escape my own. It was probably the sexiest sound that I ever heard.
He leaned down and kissed me as his cum dripped from the side of my face and fell on my breast.
“You ready for me to slut you out, princess?” He asked between soft pecks that made me whimper.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“Go clean up for me,” he said as he took a step back and allowed me the space to get up so I could go into the bathroom. I left the door open because I wasn’t using it; I just wanted to wash the mess he had left on my cheek.
Just as I leaned into the mirror and ran the rag down my face, he appeared in the doorway. He was naked, his dick was fully erect, as he slowly stalked toward me. He came behind me, his hand fell to my waist as he looked at me through the mirror. It actually steadied me as he leaned down and kissed me again. It was something about the way that he kissed me that almost made my knees buckle. And I was thankful for his body's support.
“Lean forward, B.” He said just barely above a whisper as our lips parted.
