“Have you done this before?”
“No,” she whispered, blowing a puff of breath on the cap that was shiny with her saliva.
“Giss,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That feels good, but I need more. Open your mouth.”
She continued to tease, licking and kissing.
He pulled the shirt up and slapped her pretty ass.
She gasped and looked up at him through her lashes. Then she reached back to cover herself. He caught her arm and pinned it just above her exposed bottom.
“You should be nice,” she said with a pout.
It was adorable, but he was so ready to explode he couldn’t fully enjoy her playfulness. He was torn between wanting to spank her and wanting to fuck her into submission.
“Speaking of nice.” Larsinc caught her jaw and squeezed firmly. “We can play later. Open that sweet mouth.”
She parted her lips and he glided past them, seating himself firmly where he was dying to be.
“Close your lips,” he said, thrusting even deeper.
She made a gurgling sound and gagged.
He eased back.
“It’s all right, sweetness. Just relax your throat.” With fingers tangled in her thick blonde hair, he controlled the back of her head, fucking her slowly at first, but more urgently as time passed. She took his deep thrusts better than expected, but squirmed and tried to draw back when he plunged too deep for her to breathe.
Eventually he came, firing seed into her waiting throat, filling her mouth with it until she dug her nails into his side and sputtered.
He groaned, pulling out, letting the rest spill onto the ground. He chuckled softly at her surprised expression as she sat up. She licked her lips experimentally, then wiped her chin.
“Are you all right?” he asked, pulling the skin pants up over his cock.
“Yes. It didn’t hurt. It was just surprising.”
“I’d imagine.”
“Was I supposed to swallow it?”
“If a man comes in your mouth, he wants you to swallow it.”
“All of it, yes? All right. I’ll try to work out the timing.”
He nearly chuckled at her determination. Then he thought again of how jealous he was of the husband who would eventually have that mouth at his disposal.
She touched her lips thoughtfully. “Did you enjoy it though?”
“Very much.”
She smiled. “That’s good then.” She tucked her legs under her and leaned back, yawning. “I wish,” she said, shaking her head.
“What?”
“That I had the option of choosing you for a husband.”
He stared at her, flattered and wishing it himself. “Warriors are gone a lot.”
“Twice as lovely then when there’s a homecoming,” she said, stretching out and resting her head on her bent arm.
