He groans, his hand reaching down to brush my hair out of my face. “Pretty baby. So pretty.”
I lick my lips before my tongue darts out to brush against the tip.
“Fucking hell, Doll.” His abs tense up, his eyes closing as he leans his head back against the pillow.
I really have no idea what I’m doing. “Do I just …” My lips move out to wrap around the tip, sucking it back between my lips.
“Pretend it’s your favorite flavored lollipop.”
I do as told, sucking him farther into my mouth. My hand is still wrapped around the base, squeezing lightly. I don’t know how much pressure to use, but based on the ecstasy in his expression, I’m doing okay so far.
Having this power over him is turning me on more than I expected. His lips are parted, eyes closed. His entire body is tense, muscles in his shoulders flexing. Finally, his face turns down to watch me. His eyes are blazing with heat.
“I want to watch you, but I’m trying not to come yet.” His words are desperate and needy.
His fingers are still in my hair, but he’s not pulling. I’m sure he’s worried about being too rough with me after last night. I suck on him, moving my head up and down. My eyes start to water, but I want him to finish. I want it in my mouth. I want to know I can do this to him.
“That’s it, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”
I suck him farther in, feeling my gag reflex start to protest. I ease him back out slowly, sucking until my mouth pops off with a wet sound. He groans.
I spit on it to make it wetter before sucking his cock back between my lips.
“Your mouth,fuck.”
I flick my tongue over the base, swirling it around the top before going down as far as I can until I start to gag and choke on it. Tears wet my cheeks, and I have to back away before my gag reflex fully protests.
“Come here.” He tugs me up to his face.
“I wanted to make you come.”
“You will. Come here.” He uses his thumb to brush my tears away.
His hand dips into my sleep shorts, finding how wet I am.
“Does it turn you on, sucking on my cock?”
I nod, wondering if that’s weird.
His thumb swipes over my lips before he kisses me slowly. “You’re my dirty, sexy little thing.”
His fingers are exploring me, swirling around my clit and rubbing between my folds leisurely, like we’ve got all day to spend discovering every layer of each other’s bodies. His thick middle finger pushes through my pink flesh while his other hand moves to spread my legs open.
I gasp, forgetting just how good it felt to have him inside me.
“You’re so tight and wet, fuck,” he breathes into my ear, using his thumb to swirl around my clit while his middle finger works inside me. He curls it forward, hitting a sensitive nerve.
“Ah!” I cry out, gripping his arm. “Don’t stop,” I whimper.
His lips find my ear, tongue darting out to lick behind it and nibble on my earlobe. My senses are overwhelmed by him, by every point of contact he’s making with me.
“I want you to come for me like this, and then you’re going to climb on top of me and ride me, where I can watch that beautiful ass bounce on my dick.”
His deep voice sends vibrations down the side of my face, drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm. I focus on the movement of his fingers on me and inside me, clenching around him when it becomes too much.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so close. I can feel it.”
I nod, unable to form words. He hums into me, encouraging me with his lips as he brushes gentle kisses against my ear before traveling down over my neck. The wave of pleasure comes on all at once, heat washing over my skin and igniting every nerve ending in my body. I cry out his name.
