I loosen my grip on her hair, suddenly worried I’m scaring her, because I’m a fucking animal. But she protests, pushingmore of me into her mouth, and I grit my teeth so hard I know I’m going to knock one out.Jesus fuck.
“Amber, fuck. Yeah, just like that.” I groan loudly, and now I can’t help the reflexive jerk of my hips. “Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.”
She inhales sharply through her nostrils, and then a long, keening moan vibrates in her throat, her hands slowing as she rocks her hips. She came. My fucking god, she came here on the floor in my house, sucking my cock.
I shove her head down onto me, and then I’m pumping into her mouth, stream after stream of my release flooding her throat. She chokes, her hands braced against my thighs, her head bobbing lightly, pressure around my tip as she swallows.
I sag, my hand in her hair relaxing.
“Show me,” I gasp. “Show me, pretty girl.”
She releases me, gasping for air, then looks up at me, eyes hooded, and sticks out her tongue. Her tongue coated in the glistening white of my cum.
“Now, swallow.” I say, and she smiles deviously as she does just that. I huff out a laugh, stroking my thumb over her lips. “You’re a fucking dream, honey.”
I help her up from the floor, and she wraps her arms around me, laying her body against me as I cup her bare ass with my hands. She doesn’t say anything, just stays there, breathing heavy against my chest.
I tell her how beautiful she is, how well she did, and she sighs happily.
This is bliss.
Danger. Danger. Go back.
I ignore the voice.
“I hope I didn’t scare you.”
She pulls back from me with a frown. “Scare me?”
“Yeah, that I was too rough or something.”
She shakes her head. “No, not at all. I liked it. I like… I mean, I think I like it like that. A little rough. Having my hair pulled felt good too.” Her frown deepens for a second. “But no choking.”
“You don’t like that?”
“No.” She shakes her head again, and her eyes dart from mine. “I hate it. No hands around the neck.”
“Of course, honey.” The worry from before comes back, and I wonder again what this guy did to her.
The doorbell announces the arrival of our food, and if she had been consumed by dark memories before, all that seems to be gone as she settles down at the table with me. We eat and laugh and joke, and it’s easy. It’s nice. She’s funny, and witty. Her smile is fucking stunning. Like I didn’t know that already.
She sits there, on the chair next to me, one foot perched on the edge of the chair, her chin resting in her hand, and listens to me talk about my PhD and my thesis and all the boring engineering shit I do all day. But it doesn’t seem to bore her, not at all.
She feeds me one of her crab rangoon, and the way she watches my mouth has me stirring again. This girl has drugged me. She slipped me a viagra, and I missed it. How else could I, a man of my age, be this turned on again, after coming five times already since midday?
“I guess we should go get my phone now,” she says, licking her fingers clean and looking up at the clock, which shows it’s already past ten. “And I should grab my clothes.”
“Sure. I need to swing by the store, too.”
“Why?”
I give her a grin. “Condoms. You’re depleting my supply right quick.”
She bites her lip and giggles. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
“We could just go without?” She wiggles her shoulders playfully. “Iamon birth control.”
