Then I feel the thick, heavy heat of his cock against the fabric of his boxers, and all my doubts evaporate. I want to taste him, feel him, fucking ruin him.
I pull his boxers down just enough to free his cock—and oh fuck, it's perfect: thick, veiny, already leaking precum. I squeeze the whipped cream can again, and a swirl of white lands on his tip, sliding down the shaft.
"FUCK," Zach blurts, hips jerking involuntarily, cock twitching as if begging for my attention. His hands fly to my hair, tangling in the strands, but he doesn't push me away—he holds on like I'm his lifeline.
My breath hitches, my lips hovering just above his cock.
"Baby, you don't have to—" he starts, voice rough.
I silence him with a smile that feels both shy and wicked. "I've been thinking about this for longer than you know," I whisper. "Don't you dare stop me now."
His eyebrows twitch, his gaze turning liquid with something beyond just desire.
I lower my head, inhaling his scent—musky, masculine, intoxicating—and my mouth waters. My heart races, my cunt throbs with need, but I force myself to take it slow.
I flick out my tongue, tasting the cream and salty-sweet precum mingling on his cock.
His hips buck again, and I grip the base of his shaft to steady him, fingers tightening around him.
"I said don't move," I murmur, breath ghosting over his wet, glistening length. He trembles beneath me, every muscle coiled like a spring.
I open my mouth wider, lips wrapping around the head of his cock. I suck gently, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip.
Zach groans—a low, guttural sound that makes my clit throb. I feel him pulsing in my mouth, thick and heavy on my tongue, and I want more.
My hand slides up and down his shaft, stroking in time with my mouth. I take him deeper, inch by inch, lips sliding down until my nose brushes the wiry curls at the base of his cock. He's fucking huge, my jaw aches, but I don't care. I want to swallow him whole, feel him throbbing in my throat, make him lose his mind.
"Caroline, baby... fuck," he growls, fingers tightening in my hair, hips bucking despite my warning. "You're... you're going to make me—"
I pull back, savoring his desperation. Every whimper fuels something primal in me—each sound of pleasure makes me bolder, more certain. I trace my tongue along his length, then lower to circle his balls while my hand works his shaft in slow, firm strokes.
Zach's cock throbs in my mouth like a fucking jackhammer, his thick, veiny shaft pulsating with every desperate twitch of his hips.
My lips stretch obscenely around his girth, and gag reflex be damned, I shove my face down until his mushroom head smacks the back of my throat. My spit drips down his length, slick and messy, coating him as I pull back—only to dive down again, swallowing him whole.
The taste of him—salty, musky, perfect—stirs something primal in me.
"Fuck, Caroline!" Zach gasps, voice breaking. His hands grip the sheets, knuckles whitening, as his hips jerk uncontrollably, fucking my throat in shallow, desperate thrusts. "How the fuck are you so good at this? You're—oh my GOD—you're taking all of me like it's nothing!"
I smirk around his cock—no easy feat—and let my tongue do the talking, swirling it around his sensitive tip before plunging back down.
Some unhinged part of my brain fist-pumps:See? Those late-night "research sessions" WERE worth it.
I give him a smug, sassy hum, and he jolts like I've got superpowers.
My throat clenches around him as I pull back for air; my lips feel slick and swollen from the abuse. I lock eyes with him, lashes fluttering like the filthy tease I am.
"You like that, baby? Like how deep I take you?" My voice is hoarse, wrecked from his fat cock wrecking my throat.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his cock dripping with my spit and his precum, twitching like it begs for more.
I give it exactly what it wants—wrapping my lips around him again and sucking hard, cheeks hollowing as I bob up and down, my hand stroking the base of his shaft.
His hips buck wildly, and I gag again, but I don't pull away.
No—I fucking embrace it, letting him throat-fuck me until tears stream down my cheeks. I feel his balls tighten, the telltale sign he's close, so I redouble my efforts, sucking and stroking like my life depends on it.
"I'm close—so close. I'm gonna cum," he pants, voice ragged. "Babe, I'm gonna—FUCK!" His words dissolve into a pleading groan.
