I’ve never once regretted breaking most rules. Not the other night. Not today. Not back when I thought I could make a difference to the person who mattered most.
What’s one more set of restrictions to bust through, right?
I weigh my balls the way she hefted those big, beautiful tits, and let the pleasure ooze out of my mouth into the quiet room.
“Would it…” Christ, listen to her panting. “Would ithelp?” I glance up to see her indicating my cock and hell if that doesn’t make another thick drop of pre-come gather at the tip. “If I…”
I give a pained nod. Not quite a lie, althoughhelpin this case is relative. Will I blow in her mouth? No. No, it’ll be tough, but I can manage to hold on until I’ve slid inside her. I can do that.
“If you sucked me?”
She gulps, nodding a quick response. “I mean, if youneedit, you know, to get ready?”
It’s almost comical how ready I am right now. Which she can damn well see. But my Kitty’s finally letting her libido bend her own rules.
“I’m pretty fucking hard already.” Well, look who went and grew a moral code. I’m an idiot.
“Oh.” Is that disappointment?
What the hell is wrong with me that I can’t lie to her in a moment like this? Lead her on, play her own game? Let herthink I need her mouth to do the job I was more than ready to do the moment she came on my hand?
“Maybe I could use a little help,” I finally say, feeling so fucking dirty as the words come out. “Might be good to see your tongue on it.”
“Yeah,” she whispers and I swear she doesn’t believe in this myth any more than I do, but who cares?
I think we both know there’s more fantasy than reality in this dialogue.
Slowly, I kick off my boxers and stand, legs wide, dick held tightly in one fist.
“Sit down.” I step back so she can take the spot I just vacated.
The way she obeys, a good student following instructions to the letter, makes my guts twist up tight. I sink into the sensation, point my cock toward her waiting mouth, and nudge it down. Then, because this whole thing’s rewriting my permanent fantasy playbook in real time, I give in to my dirtiest urge, reach out, and gently grasp the bottom half of her face.
“Open up, Kit. Get this dick good and hard now so it can breed you.”
Her bottom jaw drops. In any other situation, I’d bend and take her mouth with mine, show her with my tongue what I want her to do to my cock. Without that option, I grab my dick at the base and move straight into her space.
What happens next—fuck, I’ll remember it ’til the day I die. Kit’s pink tongue peeking out to lick the drop of precum glistening at my tip. She opens wider at my hand’s urging and I flex my hips and then the whole head of my cock’s inside.
My eyes roll to the back of my head at the shock of pleasure, the absolute soul-drenching bliss of her hot, hot mouth, so soft and slick and…
I’m humming low, electric and just…alive.
For a handful of seconds, there’s only that—warm mouth, achingly hard cock, the flick of her soft tongue at my slit. And then, Christ, with a moan that’s too low to hear, but I feel clear to my toes, she eases forward another inch, shuts her eyes, and reaches up to grab her own tits.
The sight of her—deep in the throes of the kind of bliss I’ve only ever imagined on her face—flicks a switch inside me. My fingers twine into long, silky hair and go tight, preparing to take this deeper, harder, faster.
Her eyes open, vague and lost, so goddamn beautiful, and a warning light goes off in the far reaches of my brain: Get out or go feral.
For a suspended handful of seconds with her head in my hands and my dick sitting on her tongue, the possibility remains. I could take her like this. I could make this rough and wild, get off and get her off and turn it into something she never asked for.
Though she kind ofdidask, in a way, didn’t she, when she took me into her mouth? Look at how she wants it. Look at how…
Fuck. I can’t. I’ll come and then there won’t be any pretending that this is about knocking her up.
“Let’s go,” I manage, still holding her, cock lodged between those lips for a handful of seconds before I manage to pry myself away and move back. “On the bed.”
“Oh. Was that okay?”
