“I can’t believe you’re mine.” His jaw hardens, voice dropping so low it makes my pussy clench.
“I think the same thing.” I follow his line of vision and fingers as they pinch my pebbled nipples through the lace. Then he pulls both cups down, and goose bumps scatter around my breasts. My nipples become extremely sensitive when he flicks one.
“Yeah?” He flicks the other one.
“Mm-hmm.” I feebly nod, squeeze my thighs around him, and slowly rock into him.
When his gaze drops down, he hums. “You made a mess on me. Look. Soaked right through, baby.”
Sure enough, there’s a dark wet stain on his jeans, right where I was grinding against him. Even the lace is darker where it’s drenched from me.
My heart thunders as I climb off him. He grabs my hand to stop me, but I pull it back and kneel in front of him.
“Come back,” he pleads and tries to adjust himself. He’s so hard, it almost looks uncomfortable how his dick pushes against the denim, begging to be let free.
“I want to do something for you,” I repeat what I said earlier. I lean forward, keeping my eyes on him, and lick the wet spot on his jeans. I lap my tongue over the denim, tasting myself and feeling him twitch against me.
His hooded eyes flutter shut momentarily before he pries them open to keep them on me. “Take it out, Josie.” It’s a painful, desperate plea and when I gently graze my teeth along his length, he whimpers, “Please, baby. Please take it out. Please…” he whimpers again. I thought hearing him moan was hot, but hearing that aching sound leaving his lips makes me wetter.
I unhook the button from his jeans and pull his zipper down. He doesn’t wait for me to ask and lifts his hips so I can pull them down along with his boxer briefs. It doesn’t take long before he’s kicking his shoes and clothes off to the side.
I blink once then twice, still in awe at and a little nervous about how thick and long he is. A shiver works its way straight to my core. I’m both excited and embarrassingly overwhelmed to taste and choke on him. I don’t know what this says about me, but I liked having his cock shoved down my throat. I liked gagging on it and feeling my saliva running down the side of my mouth.
“You did so good last time.” He cups my cheek and drags his thumb down to my lips, pushing my bottom lip down to part my mouth open. “And you’re going to do just as good, right? Remember, your mouth was made for my cock. Just look at yourself; it’s already open and ready to taste. Lean in, baby, and suck.”
He fists my hair as I tilt forward and draw him into my mouth. As his precum coats my tongue, I catch a brief glimpse of him smirking before my eyes roll back. I like how he tastes, like how he fits in my mouth, and like how I gag every time the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Eyes on me,” he groans, pulling my hair hard.
I open them, wincing from the pain, but still continue working him in my mouth. With every suction, my cheeks hollow, my jaw aches, and tears fill my eyes.
I don’t blink or close my eyes despite how my mind is screaming at me to do that. I keep them trained on his as I suck and lick every inch of him. The tears eventually trickle down my face, but I don’t stop. It only encourages me to keep going. I feel gratified, seeing him like this—pupils blown, body taut with tension, long legs lazily sprawled out—and despite how he holds my hair and whispers rough words of encouragement, I have all the control. I decide how much, how fast, how deep, and he greedily, easily, and happily accepts.
“Jos,” he half whines, half whimpers when I pull him out of my mouth. A long string of saliva clings from the tip of his dick to the bottom of my lip before it snaps.
“Spit right here.” I point to the middle of my breasts.
His brows raise to his hairline. A savage look takes over him and a second later he’s spitting on my breasts. Daniel is grinning in a way I’ve never seen before. He looks like he just won the lottery, and I can’t help but smirk.
I grab my breasts and push them together to smear the saliva. “It wasn’t enough. Do it again.”
I sit up, pushing and spreading them for him. He happily obliges and spits on them twice, then reclines back and fists his cock. He lazily drags his palm down his shaft, stroking himself as I smear the saliva, and when I’m done, I push his hand away.
“You’re so hot,” he grunts, jaw clenching and voice deep and throaty. It doesn’t sound like him. “I’m so fucking obssessed with you.”
“Yeah?” I lick my dry lips and lean forward, placing his cock between my breasts, pressing them on him until I know I have a firm grip on it. I’ve never done this, but I do what feels right and glide up and down him, occasionally licking the precum off the tip. “Does this feel good?”
His eyes roll back and he sinks deep into the sectional. “Yeah…yeah…” he absently and breathlessly replies. “Sooo…fucccking good. Jesus, Josie, keep doing that. Your tits are fucking phenomenal.”
“I really want to do a good job,” I sheepishly admit.
As much as I like control, I want to know I’m doing well. No, Ineedto know. I need to hear those words come out of his mouth.
Daniel places his hands on my hands, stopping me from moving. “Everything you do is beyond good. I don’t just mean this; I mean in everything. You are good, you are enough—as you are, and what you do—as you do it. It’s all good.” He pulls me up to stand, hooks his fingers on the waistband of my thong, and drags it down. “You’ve done so good, really,reallygood, but I don’t want to come on your face today. I really want you to ride me, but only if you want.”
I’m both emotional and horny. I’m between wanting to smile and cry, but I do neither. I just squeeze my thighs and hold my breath and make myself chill out because the last thing I need right now is to tear up.
“Yeah, I want that.” I go to take off the jersey, but he stops me.
