The hand at his side curls, his muscles pulling taut. It’s me eliciting such potent reactions from him, making me ecstatic to have such power over him. Sucking him off has my thighs clenching, fueling my desire even more. Pleasuring him pleases me. What a heady experience.
He wraps a fist in my hair, tugging my head back to look me dead in the eye. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”
I grin, loving the spark of jealousy. “I watched some porn, read stuff.” Just to show him, I spit in my hand and grip the base of his cock.
A groan rumbles in his throat, and he throws his head back. “Jesus Christ, this feels so fucking good.”
Pumped, I don’t let loose as I suck the tip and jerk him off. I doubt I can take even half of him in my mouth, but I try, swallowing more of him.
“Fucking hell, you don’t have a gag reflex. I’m so screwed,” he grits out, his knees buckling as I continue stimulating his cock with my mouth, tongue, and hand.
Yes, I’ll bring him to his knees one inch at a time.
Emboldened, I take him further down my throat until my lips kiss his groin, my esophagus screaming of abuse. My vision blurs with tears, barely breathing through my nose as his cock assaults my tight throat.
He holds me there with his hand fisted in my hair, his body rocking with a violent current.
“I’m coming down your throat. One more moment. Can you do that, baby girl?” He sounds lost in his own pleasure, stiffening above me to the point he might break apart—because of me.
I moan my response, and the vibrations trigger his release. He erupts, a mountain trembling from a tectonic shift.
The sight is awe-inducing. His stoic face relaxes, clear of all burdens, and features drawn in awe. I can’t stop staring, wanting to memorize him just like this—a god coming undone.
Tugging my head back, he releases me, and I try to catch my breath.
I don’t know how long I stay on my knees for him as we watch each other, needing a moment to recover.
He drags me by my wrist, flush to his chest, one hand going to my ass. Lifting me off the blanket, he crushes his mouth on mine. He devours my lips, kissing me some more. Good that he’s holding me because I could sprout wings and fly toward the ether.
“Was it good?” I ask when the kiss ends, suddenly self-conscious.
He rests his forehead on mine, chuckling. “Good? That was fucking magnificent. Realigned my life’s priorities.”
I giggle, slapping his chest. I love our playfulness, and him infusing me with so much confidence; every doubt vanishes.
“Fuck. I haven’t come in years. I’m sure even if I forget everything, I won’t forget coming down your throat.”
I barely hear the second part because the first one rings in my ears, playing on repeat.
While I knew there was no one else, I thought that at least he took care of himself.
I don’t have to ask why. I know the answer. He was punishing himself for thinking he took something from me. My virginity was always meant for him, but he’s so damn stubborn.
I don’t want to ruin this precious moment, so I force a smile. “Do you think you still know how to do it?”
He slaps my ass, eliciting a yelp out of me as he lowers me onto my back, the blanket cushioning the hard earth.
His cock juts between us like a damn impaling device. With a minimal recovery period, I know my poor pussy will get beaten up.
Bring it on.
“I haven’t forgotten, you brat. I’ll make you eat your words, baby girl.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I grin.
His eyes shine with unadulterated adoration, making me want to freeze time to be with him forever—trapped in this moment full of intimacy, playful and passionate.
Gripping his cock, he brings it to my entrance.
