“Brody, please wait.”
“Am I rushing you, baby?”
“No, not at all. But now it needs to be my turn.”
His brows drew together. “Your turn?”
She reached out to him. “I need you in my mouth. Right now.”
His confusion turned into a wide grin as he helped her to sit up on the end of the bed, and a thrill ran through her as he stood before her, his gorgeous cock so hard and ready, a small droplet of precum on the swollen tip.
“Come here,” she said, hearing the husky edge in her voice as she grabbed his firm buttocks and pulled him closer.
His hands went into her hair, pulled tight enough to make her understand that the power play was still in effect. But she only took that as a signal to do her best to render him helpless.
She smiled to herself as she stroked his shaft with delicate fingers, eliciting a groan from him. Then she wrapped her hand firmly around the thick flesh and lowered her head. She decided he deserved exactly what he’d given, so she flicked her tongue at the head, tasting him. His cock pulsed, and she felt a surge of satisfaction at his response.
She moved her fingers up the length of him, stopping to wrap her thumb and forefinger just under the base of the head, her fingers barely managing to touch, he was so girthy. She gave him a small squeeze, milking the head until that droplet spilled over, and she leaned in to lick it off.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said with a quiet moan.
“It’s one of my favorite things, to worship you like this. In French we call itfaire la pipe à quelqu’un.”
“Baby, you can call it anything you want. Just don’t stop now.”
She took a moment to breathe him in: all male desire. It made her wet all over again. But she needed to focus on him.
She leaned in and kissed the head, then again, this time flicking her tongue at his hard flesh. Then she took the whole thing into her mouth, and immediately swallowed it, his whole cock going down her throat.
“Ah, fuck…”
She pulled back until only the tip remained on her tongue, then she wrapped her tongue around the head, swirling it as she used her hand to pump his cock a few times before swallowing him again. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t care. She only wanted to please him. Pulling back once more, she swept her tongue over the tip, then pressed her tongue into the hole.
“Lord, no one has ever done that to me before,” he growled, his fingers digging into her scalp. “That feels fucking amazing.”
She kept at it for a few more moments before sucking him into her mouth again, not as deeply this time so she could really suck him. And she stroked the rock-hard shaft up and down, pausing to squeeze her fingers around the base of his cock while she sucked hard on the head, using her tongue to tease at the hole. Soon he was arching into her mouth, and she could tell he wanted to hold her head down, and knew he was too well-mannered to do it. But it was something she loved, that sensation of being taken over. She pressed down on his hand, trying to show him it was okay. And he got the idea, holding her head while he fucked her mouth, deep into her throat until tears ran down her cheeks. But she felt only a sort of victory at having this big, dominant man at her mercy.
“Oh, yeah… fuck. I need to stop. I need to stop so I can fuck you, beautiful.”
He pulled her off his cock with strong hands, picked her up and threw her onto the bed on her back, spread her legs with rough hands, and finding the condom packet, he ripped it open and slid it over his shaft while she waited impatiently, on fire with need. Then he got onto the bed and slid his body between her thighs, holding himself over her.
“Are you sore?”
“No. Not at all.”
He reached a hand down between them and slid in her wetness. “Ah, you’re soaking wet again already. Is it because you know I’m about to fuck you? Is this what you wanted?” he demanded as he shifted to press the tip of his cock at her entrance.
She arched her hips, wanting him to just ram inside her.
“Yes. Because you’re going to fuck me. And because of the way you felt in my mouth.”
“Ah, fuck, babygirl. The things you do to me. But also”—he paused, a feral grin on his face—“the things I’m about to do to you.”
He used his muscular thighs to spread hers wider apart, then he parted her folds with his fingers and pushed just the tip of his cock into her hole.
“Mmm. More, please,” she begged.
“I love that you’re not afraid to ask me for what you want,” he said as he pressed in another inch, then held himself there.
