“How is going without underwear ironic?”
“It’s unexpected.”
Her lips twitch. “It’s starting to not be.”
“That’s the irony, I suppose.”
I adore her snort laugh. I’m enthralled by so many things about her. I keep asking myself how I failed to notice them before. I suppose it makes them that much more meaningful now.
She’s never looked at me like she does now, her eyes full of trust and hope. They’re so big, her lashes so thick when she turns her face down and studies my cock. She parts her lips, and her tongue peeks out as she bends forward and licks my tip. It’s not exactly nice-looking at the moment, not when it’s so swollen and red, practically pulsing in her hand, and glistening down my crown and half the length of me. I was soaking these pants before she even pulled me out. As soon as I tasted her sweet mouth, I was finished.
I’m just about finished 2.0 as Carissa laps at my head and runs her tongue down my shaft. She follows the motion with her hand until she gets to my pants. She doesn’t stop. She reaches in and cups my balls, squeezing them while she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock and starts to suck me.
A shiver rocks me, starting at the base of my spine. My balls draw up even though they’re in her hand, and my dick throbs in her other palm.
“Mmm,” she hums after rolling her tongue over my head and sucking me so sweetly that I see stars. “I love how you taste.”
I don’t mean to push into her mouth, but my hips flex forward all on their own. “Shit,” I groan, jerking back. “Sorry.”
She pops me out of her mouth but tightens her palm on my shaft. “Don’t be sorry. I liked it.”
That just about tops the list of things that make me want to spontaneously blow my load.
She purposefully guides me back to her mouth, looking up at me the entire time. Opening wide, she takes my cockhead right to her tongue, closes her mouth around me, and sucks me with enough force that my legs just about buckle. I throw a hand out against the couch so I can stay on the right side of vertical.
She pumps her head back and forth, taking me deeper and deeper and fucking me with her mouth. Then, she takes my hand and guides it to her hair. If she wants me to use her rough,there’s no way I’ll do that, but I do twine my fingers through the soft strands.
She glides her mouth over me in a steady motion, taking more of me than should be possible. I make some sounds I’ve never heard myself make when I bump against the back of her throat, and she swallows quickly to keep from gagging. She changes up the rhythm, pulling back slowly and then pushing forward, nearly choking herself before pulling back again. And this time, she takes me so agonizingly slowly that when she squeezes my balls in tandem, I’m sure there’s going to have to be a frantic withdrawing and trying to aim at some part of her that is more respectful than her face.
Suddenly, she lets my cock go, popping it out of her mouth wetly. She stands up and rewires my brain completely by guiding me silently down onto the couch. I sprawl out, and she flips onto me, facing away. My mind scrambles as I think she’s going to ride me reverse cowgirl until I freaking expire, but then she backs up.
Oh my god, goh my gwad, ghwmigaww. The chant gets progressively more garbled in my brain as her ankles slide past my neck, and then her knees part over my face.
Oh, shit.
We’re doing this.
I didn’t know anyone still did it, but that just makes it kinkier.
I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted to do anything more. At this point, I’m so hard that holding myself back is getting harder and harder to do.
I focus on her sweet pussy. She’s lined herself up perfectly with my face. I loop my arms around her legs and pull her in so I can devour her. She smells like a heaven I don’t quite believe in, and she tastes even better. Her thighs are soaked, so I lap at her there too. Frantic to be closer, I thrust my tongue inside her sothat when she takes my cock into her mouth, she pants around it, baptizing it with fevered whimpers. I growl in response.
She sucks me so hard that my soul nearly leaves my body. I stop worrying about finessing this and just eat her like a madman. I run my tongue down her center, eating her loudly before I suckle her clit unmercifully, making her squirm all over my face.
She’s the one who stops again. She wriggles away from me, climbing over my chest. Then, she tears my pants down my legs, swivels around, and straddles me, her sweet and hot heat just inches away from my cock.
I want to be inside her so badly that everything is throbbing. Strange things like my nipples, my belly button, my freaking knees, and the tops of my feet.
She arches over me, leaning forward and planting her hands on my thighs. Her fingers dig in, alleviating some of the ache somehow. I also get a full view of her perfect, perky ass when she positions herself like that. The twin globes are right there, and I palm them, shifting her over my cock so the tip traces through her wet folds.
She gasps, keeps one hand on my thigh, and wraps the other around the base of my dick. I’m so hard that I have zero control over what direction I’m pointing, but she holds me upright and guides me straight to her entrance.
There’s no teasing as she sinks down, taking me all the way inside her. She throws her head back, grinding forward and back and rocking her clit right over my balls. I grind my teeth together and resolve not to pass out or come. Either at this point would be a terrible outcome. She feels so damn good, though. A blackout might be imminent.
“Oh my god, I love how you feel inside me. I imagined it, but I never thought it would be this good,” she rasps.
I’m going to be done in three, two—
