She leans down and kisses my cheek and whispers into my ear, "That's the point."
She walks around and stands in between my legs. I look up at her.
She smiles and drops to her knees and reaches for my belt.
"Tonight's all about you," she says, "and making you feel good."
29
ZARIA
Imean what I'm telling him, too. Not because this past week Callum has given me more pleasure than I thought humanly possible, but since putting me in that room, he has treated me better than I have been treated in a long time.
He makes me feel beautiful and desired, and that alone makes me want to cook his favorite foods, do things to show my appreciation, like pleasuring him.
I undo his belt and unbutton his pants.
I slowly pull down the zipper, teasing him with a smile. He lifts his hips slightly as I slide his pants down, then his boxer briefs.
His cock springs free, already half-hard just from the anticipation.
I wrap my hand around the base and start stroking him slowly, my thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the precum that's starting to gather there. I watch his cock grow rock hard, mesmerized by how beautiful it is.
I bite my bottom lip, thinking of all the things I want to do to it.
Then I lean forward and take him into my mouth.
"Oh fuck," he groans.
My tongue swirls around the head as his hand finds my hair.
I take him deeper, making sure he feels my warm, wet mouth all over him.
I look up as I suck, keeping eye contact as he watches me.
Without breaking his gaze, I push him in deeper, gagging. He licks his lips and bucks his hips.
I pull back. "You like that, don't you. When I gag on you?"
His cock twitches in my hand. "I'll take that as a yes."
He grips my hair and pushes me gently back down over him.
He starts moving his hips more, fucking my throat. I gag over and over, only stopping when I need air.
I tell myself to relax, to breathe out my nose.
Drool flows out the sides of my mouth as I deepthroat him, but I do not care. He is fucking my face, and I love it so much I squeeze my thighs together, feeling my wetness.
I do not stop sucking. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder and harder.
"That's it," he says, pulling his cock out, making me lick his shaft as he slides it over my lips.
"You want to be a good girl and swallow my come?" he asks.
I shake my head. "Yes. I want everything you have," I say, and it is true.
He pushes his cock back into my mouth and brings both hands around my head, gripping my hair into a makeshift ponytail, then thrusts forward.
