My fingers curled around the waistband of his briefs, and I pulled it down inch by inch until the head of his cock appeared. I slowly started to suck each inch of him into my mouth, feeling the wetness beginning to pool between my legs.
When I pushed his underwear down enough and I sucked as much of him as I could into my mouth, I rested my hand around his balls and the base of his cock and began to bob my head back and forth on him. He let out a low sigh—one that I knew he had been holding for quite some time now—and caressed my jaw with his thumb.
“Mia,” he groaned.
My clit ached, and I squeezed my thighs together, rubbing them back and forth to try to create any kind of friction between them. Faster, I bobbed my head on his cock, letting spit and drool start to run down my chin. All my makeup would be ruined tonight before we ever even left for dinner, yet I didn’t care. I wanted this. Ineededthis.
Slipping my hand around the base of his cock, I pulled it out of my mouth, ducked my head under it, and lightly sucked his balls into my mouth. I continued to stroke him faster and faster as I stared up at him. He ran a hand through my hair.
“I want you to come all over my face, Michael. Rub your cum in. Make me your dirty little slut for tonight.” I stroked him faster, my hand tightening around his cock. “I want you to ruin me.”
He tilted his head back and groaned, tightening his grip in my hair.
I sucked him back into my mouth until my lips met the base of his hips. And even then, I tried to get him further down my throat, tried to ease the pressure between my legs, tried to please him.
After grabbing his hand, I placed it on my neck, so he could feel how big he felt in my throat.
“Make me your slut,” I tried to say with him still inside of me, but it came out so garbled and gaggy.
Spit rolled down my chin and onto my tits, making them glisten. Even though I couldn’t take any more of him, I bobbed my head a few inches back and forth, trying to get more of him inside of me. God, I needed it more than anything. I loved pleasing him. I loved making him feel so damn good.
He groaned and tugged lightly on my hair, hand tightening around my throat. “My dirty little slut for tonight?” he asked, reluctant to say it because he was always so … so proper.
I knew he didn’t like calling me a slut, I knew that I was so much more to him than that, but it felt so good and so dirty to hear him say it.
I slipped a hand between my legs and started to tease my clit, the tension rising. I nodded and stared up at him through teary eyes.
“I don’t want to cover your face with my cum,” he said. “I want you to feel it rolling down the back of your pretty little throat.”
He pulled himself all the way out of me and crouched down to meet me eye to eye. “Can you do that for me?” he asked, gray eyes staring intensely into mine.
“Yes, Michael,” I whispered.
He rubbed his thumb over the spit on my chin, and I grabbed his hand, making him rub it all over my face. When I’d said I wanted him to ruin me, I’d wanted to be covered in spit and drool, swallowing his cum, sucking him off until he couldn’t handle it any longer.
A dirty slut for tonight.
I rubbed small, quick circles around my swollen clit and moaned as he pushed the head of his cock against my lips.
“Please,” I begged. “Give it to—”
He pushed himself inside of me until my lips met the base of his stiff cock and then began to face-fuck me. Sloppy, wet gagging sounds drifted from my throat. More spit and drool ran down my chin. I rubbed my pussy faster than I ever had as he fucked my throat.
My cheeks flushed, my eyes becoming watery. I ran my fingers up his thigh and curled them into his pants pocket to balance myself as his thrusts quickened. He tensed and pulled my hand away from it.
“Put your hands behind your back for me,” he said, stilling in my throat. “I want to see your perky, big tits bounce.”
I gagged on his cock and put one hand behind my back, still rubbing my pussy with the other. He glanced down at my body, gaze drifting from my tits to the hand between my legs.
“I bet that pussy is dripping, aching for a release, isn’t it?”
When I didn’t answer him, he gripped my hair tighter. “Tell mehow good it feels, Mia.”
I opened my mouth to say something else but could only gag on him.
“That good, huh?”
My pussy tightened, and I moaned on his cock. The force rose in my core, pushing me higher and higher and higher until I was about to tip over the edge. He gripped my chin and made me look up at him as he continued to pound into my mouth.
