“Whoever comes first owes the other a favor.”
He chuffs. “Agreed. Whoever is the loudest will get a spanking.”
I imagine getting to take Rhazan over my knee and paddle his ass. The vision is a little funny because of our size difference, but I like it all the same. A little payback for my pink cheeks.
“You’re on,” I whisper.
“One.”
I put my hand on his thigh.
“Two.”
The anticipation lights a giddy fire in me.
“Three.”
I grab him at the base and lick a wet line up the bottom of his cock. He sighs, sliding his tail over my opening to coat it withslickness. When I reach the tip, I suck him all the way into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, his hand tensing in my hair.
He’s being so slow and gentle, but the pressure on my clit and my sore opening is just enough to start easing me into a frenzy without hurting me.
I get a little more than halfway down his shaft and hit the back of my throat. I groan softly to relax my muscles and push him deeper. He sighs a curse and pushes his tail into me, keeping the pressure just at the first few inches. It’s more than enough to get me climbing when he circles my clit in time with his tail.
I have to work harder if I’m going to win.
I move my tongue over his shaft as I massage his head with my throat, fighting the urge to gag as I suck harder. He loses his rhythm and his breathing sharpens. I pull back and gasp for air, then force myself right back down to the base of him.
“Jiahui, fuck, wait,” he grunts, trying to pull on my hair.
I groan and suck, cupping his heavy balls in my left hand. His hips pulse forward and he fucks the back of my throat.
“If you’re going to make me lose, I’m going to make you swallow,” he growls, fisting my hair hard.
I whimper as the pleasure in my lower belly spirals, getting out of my control from his filthy words.
“But I think you’re going to lose, Firecracker,” he murmurs. “I think you’re so close.”
Saliva runs down my chin and over my knuckles. I massage his balls, sliding over them and up his shaft. My hand takes theplace of my mouth so I can take a much needed breath. I’m at the edge, holding off from orgasming with sheer determination.
I bob down his cock and twist my hand in time, synchronizing the movements. His breaths go ragged, punctuated by grunts at the end.
“Fuck, I’m there,” he groans. “Show me what a good girl you can be and swallow every drop.”
The first spill coats the back of my throat in earthy cinnamon. Against all the instinct that tells me not to, I swallow instead of gagging. He comes, and comes, groaning low under his breath.
A sharp pinch on my clit brings my attention right back to the orgasm he left me on the precipice of. He strokes me twice and pinches again, pushing me over the edge. I swallow the last of him and whimper quietly against his shaft as my body tenses and curls inward.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me off the bedding, cradling me as he claims my mouth. When I’m thoroughly wrung out, he slows and finally stills his movements.
He rests his forehead against mine and pants. “Only for you, Firecracker.”
“Only for me what?” I ask?
“Will I endure a spanking,” he says. “But not right now.”
He maneuvers us gently until we’re curled together under the blanket.
