"Cassidy."
Perhaps, I'm now the only girl who gets to touch him like this. I stoke him in his slumber. He expands, thickening and hardening, in my hand. He cups the back of his head. Wide biceps relax beside his face.
"Take me out. I wanna feel your little tongue on my cock."
And I didn't think this through because I have no idea what to do now. I swallow hard. My body slides down the mattress before settling between his thighs. When I pull his long, thick erection out, it reaches up towards his navel and pulses with need.
I stroke him hard.
"More," he growls as he grips the headboard, his huge arms tightening with restraint. My belly flips around because I don't know how to make him come with my hand—or mouth. I remember what Toni had said.
Drawing my fist up the full length of his shaft, I lick the underside of his penis. His hips move up into my hand and mouth. Wanting to please him, I slide my lips down as far as I can go, which isn't far at all. At halfway down his thick shaft, the muscles at the back of my throat contract around him, causing him to let out a deep, longing groan. He starts to thrust up, his penis nearly sliding all the way down my throat. I gag and those muscles contract again, but he seems to like it, just groaning louder.
My breaths come in and out fast through my nose as he pumps up into my mouth. I lean back when it gets too much and lick him again. He's just too big, but I love tasting him. Love how much he's groaning.
Several minutes pass by as he lets me explore and tastehim. He releases the headboard and wraps his hand around mine, squeezing his erection tighter and thrusting into our joined fists. His abdominal muscles tighten, his breathing grows jagged and then ropes of cum land over my fist and shoot across my face—it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. My tongue runs along my lips, tasting the saltiness of his cum. I think I like it.
After I clean us both up—there was a lot—Max slowly slips back into slumber with a beautiful smoothness to his forehead and cheeks. It looks a lot like contentment.
The second time my phone buzzes, I collect it and stroll into Max's shower. The screen flashes with 'Toni.' I turn the water on, but tilt the faucet away from me. Sliding down the wall until my bum hits the tiles, I hold the phone to my ear.
I wriggle my toes in the water and answer, "Yes, Toni?"
"I just wanted to wish—" he pauses. "Are you in the shower?"
"Yes." I kick my legs in the water pooling around my body. "I've got to get warm and clean for tonight."
He chuckles. "You'll never be clean again."
I grip the phone. "What?"
"I dunno. Just sounds like something I would say."
I relax. "Okay."
He smacks his lips and hums. "You're short... Why are you short?"
"I was born this way."
"Mentally challenged, not vertically challenged, darlin’. Why are you short?
"I'm fine." I lift my knees up and envelop my legs, resting a cheek on them. "I've got a big day."
"Yes. Aurora's pre-wedding dinner. The crowd will hush. The men will get boners. It's Cassidy Slater in a leotard, twirling her fanny around."
I scoff. "Do you have any respect for what I do?"
He pauses. "Yes. You're my queen. You know this... Youareshort. What's going on?"
I breathe in deeply and exhale even stronger. "Max has told me he can be monogamous... forme."
"So..." He hesitates. "Just. Believe. Him."
My jaw drops. "What? Sonotwhat I'd expected you to say."
"You wanna be with him, darl?—"
"I mean, I used muzzles, straitjackets, and chastity belt analogies, but you just say"—I shrug, feigning his nonchalance—"believe him... Who are you?" For a moment, there is silence, and I shuffle my bum on the slippery tiles. "Toni?"
