The warm, wet heat engulfs me, making my eyes attempt to close. I force them open, though. I don’t want to miss a single moment of her mouth on me. I want to savor every single sensation of her tongue as she slides it against the underside of my cock.
Slowly, she starts to bob against me, taking more and more into her mouth with each go. When I feel the back of her throat, I swear I see stars.
“You are taking me so fucking good, baby. So fucking good,” I mutter.
That has her humming her approval, which only makes my balls tighten.
I am going to blow my load within minutes. There is no doubting that.
“My little songbird, look at you on your knees for me. Do you like sucking my cock?” I ask her.
I have never been a talker before, but with Aspen, I want to praise her. I want to know what she is thinking. I want everything from her.
She nods her head, swallowing on my cock. She hasn’t fit the entire thing inside, but it doesn’t even matter. What she is doing now is more than enough to push me over the edge.
I want more of her, though.
I want all of her.
“Sing for me. Be my little songbird. Brand your song on my cock,” I tell her.
Her eyes water as she takes more of me in, but she keeps them on me. She watches my reactions. She lets out a soft hum, and I feel the vibrations all the way down to my toes. When she does it again, a little stronger, I almost collapse to my knees.
The third time, she full-on hums before swallowing my cock down her throat as far as she can, choking on it as she does.
It is enough. I come without warning, filling her beautiful mouth with my release. She doesn’t hesitate. She swallows as much as she can as she pulls back.
It’s too much for her, though. It spills out of the corner of her mouth as she finally stops short of pulling me out completely, keeping my head in her mouth.
When I stop jerking, she pulls off completely. Before she can wipe her mouth, I use my finger to collect my release.
I don’t know why, but I have this urge to shove it inside of her. It’s stupid, reckless, but I fall to my knees anyway. I spread her legs, doing as my body commands. She doesn’t stop me as I press the little bit of my cum inside of her.
No, instead she bears down on me, taking more of me in.
“Fuck, Aspen. You are fucking perfect,” I tell her.
She smiles warmly at me. “Show me. Make me come again.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I make her come three more times that night with my mouth and fingers.
I know she wants more, but I can’t give it to her. Not yet.
Our first time needs to be special.
As I hold her in my arms, I make that promise to her.
When I take her the first time, it will be the last first time she ever has.
She will not forget it.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
ASPEN
