He reached behind him for a pillow, then threw it down onto the ground for me to rest my knees on. “You don’t kneel on the hard floor, not even for me.”
My hands went to his thighs, my fingers digging into his sweatpants.
He’d showered, and he was in a new pair of black sweatpants that left very little to the imagination.
I saw why when I caught my fingers around the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so when I got the waistband below his cock, it sprang free and slapped against his belly.
He lifted the sweatshirt off his body, leaving him naked from the knees down where I’d left his sweatpants to reach for his cock.
His hard, very large, very lickable cock.
I smoothed my hand up and down his length a few times, touching and feeling the velvet length.
A bead of precum formed at the tip, and I swiped it up with my thumb and brought it to my lips to taste.
His eyes went electric as he watched the move, his cock jumping in response.
“Lick me,” he urged.
I did, bending down to run my tongue around the engorged head.
He growled, his fingers fisting in the sheets on both sides of his thighs.
One hand held his length while I explored the tip of his cock with my tongue, while the other caught his balls and swirled them around.
“Mable,” he hissed. “You’re killing me.”
I smiled against the tip, painting it across my lips as I looked up at him. “Patience.”
“I don’t have any left,” he grumbled.
I suckled on the tip, squeezing his cock with my fist, which seemed to help relieve him slightly.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I got him nice and wet, then started to take him deeper and deeper.
Just a bit at a time, until he was down my throat as far as I could take him.
Which, admittedly, wasn’t all that much.
I had a harsh gag reflex. Though Romeo didn’t seem to mind.
“Baby,” he groaned. “I haven’t had this in so long…I’m not…”
I knew what he was trying to say.
He was going to come in my mouth.
Which I was completely okay with.
I hurried my pace, using my mouth and my hands now to help him.
His cock rippled along the underside, and I knew he was close.
“About to come.”
