Blake
Calla doesn’t even give me a two second warning before her small hand is reaching out to touch my cock, holding the base steady and licking a long stripe up the underside.
I jolt at her warm, wet touch, my hips rising from the mattress, chasing the pleasure she’s eliciting.
My lungs burn as I hold my breath, Calla’s lips wrapping around my tip, loudly slurping up the precum beading there.
"Shit, Calla." I try to hold back my groan and fail, my hands coming up to gather her blonde hair into a makeshift ponytail at the nape of her neck.
Swallowing down another two inches of me, Calla moans happily, blinking up at me with her big doe eyes, her mouth full of my cock.
The base of my spine tingles, balls tightening already, at the fucking sight of her.
Christ.
Calla’s heavy tits sway with the movement of her head, her free hand knocking mine away, replacing it with her own. I shove the waistband of my jeans and boxers down past myarse, giving Calla the room to play she obviously so desperately wants.
My stomach muscles ripple when her right hand sneaks between us to cup my balls, rolling the sensitive skin there until I have to bite down on my own knuckles, leaving toothmarks behind.
A wetpopsounds throughout the room as Calla pulls off from my cock, a silver string of saliva connecting the two of us before it snaps.
“Don’t hide it,” she says, causing my brow to furrow in confusion. Hide what? “I want to hear you. To hear how good I’m making you feel.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tight at Calla’s words.
God, this woman…
I swear she’s trying to kill me with her tongue, and so far, she’s succeeding.
“You don’t want me to be quiet do you, when you’ve got your fingers in my pussy?”
“Calla…” I grit out a warning, silver spots bursting across the backs of my eyelids.
Regardless, Calla doesn’t heed my warning. Not that I really expected her to. “Well then, it’s a two-way street, Blake. I want to know when I’m doing something you like. I don’t want you to be quiet.”
As if that’s the end of our discussion – if you could even call it that – Calla wraps her lips back around my cock, swallowing me down even further than before. I rip open my eyes to watch her, tightening the grip on her hair until the soft strands are locked around my fist.
“Blink once if you like that.” I give her skull a little tug to show her exactly what I mean.
Calla widens her eyes and blinks once and a rush of endorphins run through me.
“Good,” I groan out, feeling her slight fingertips massage around the thin barrier of skin just behind my balls. “Do you like being told what to do, Calla? Blink once for yes. Tap my thigh twice for no.”
She twists her other hand around the base of my cock, blinking once again, over exaggeratedly, so there’s no way I can miss her consent.
“Finish sucking me off, then. Put that little trouble-making mouth of yours to work, Calla.”
Grinning around my flesh, Calla doubles down on her efforts. The wet slurping sounds of her mouth ricochet from my walls, the palm of her hand roughly twisting the base of my cock and her deft fingertips cupping my balls, pulling noises from deep down in my chest. Liquid heat runs through my veins – the feeling dangerously addictive. It erases all other thoughts and what-ifs from my mind, replacing them with one singular goal.
Holding Calla’s hair in one fist, I reach down between us with my other hand. I cup her heavy breast, roughly kneading the flesh there, one and then the other, plucking at her hard nipples until she moans. The sound vibrates across my cock, sending shock waves of pleasure, tightening the base of my spine, my lower abs.
I’m not going to last much longer.
Clenching my teeth, I just barely keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my skull. Planting my feet firmly on the floor, I press upwards through my quads, until I’m towering above Calla. In this position, I have the upper hand, allowing me to place either of my large hands on the side of her head, thumbs caressing her sweaty temples and keep her still while I thrust my hips forward. Calla gurgles, her throat constricting around me rapidly, saliva beginning to drip from the corners of her mouth.But she doesn’t pull back or tap my thigh to make me stop.
I pull back, hissing at the way Calla swipes the tip of her tongue around my fat head, dipping between the sensitive fold of my flesh, before I surge back into her wet hole.
Feeling my cock begin to swell, I gently tap the top of Calla’s head, warning her.
