His length springs free in all its magnificent glory as I sharply tug down his boxers. I wrap my hand around the base before it hits me in the face. And then, I break eye contact to get my first close look at his cock.
Christ! It’s far scarier and more beastly than my imagination.
Long. Thick. Broad crown.
Did it truly fit inside me the last time?
“Yes, Ari. It fit.” The fingers in my hair tighten and yank my head back until my wide eyes clash with deviant ones. “Though I’m not sure about your pouty mouth.”
Damn it. Why do I keep speaking my thoughts aloud?
“Wrap your lips around me,” he commands, reaching for his dick to replace my palm with his. “I don’t want you to use your hands. You’ll worship me with your hot mouth.”
I part for him as he nudges the tip on the seam of my lips. Invading and stretching my mouth inch by inch until I start to panic a little at his size, he doesn’t pause and simply grunts, “Arms behind your back.”
Hesitation makes my heart race.
“Now, little minx.”
I snap into action at the domineering tone and crisscross my arms at my lower back, causing my heavy tits to stick out.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, making my eyes grow heavy. A groan leaves him when he hits my gag reflex. Sliding out so I feel every ridge and vein, he fills me up again. “I’ve been dreaming of you on your knees and your pouty lips sucking my cock since the day you kissed me.”
Withdrawing.
Thrusting.
He sets a teasing pace.
An ache throbs to life in my pussy as I squeeze my thighs together.Am I as good as his dreams?I wonder, wishing I could ask him. But I become lost in the pleasure swarming his handsome face.
With each languid thrust, drool begins to gather in the corners of my lips. Slurping noises rise in volume, filling up the space between us. Pleasing him is heightening my own pleasure.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful with your mouth stuffed full.” Holding himself halfway inside me, he rasps, “Suck me hard, dirty angel.”
Rolling my tongue around his veiny girth, I hollow out my cheeks and suck as hard as I can. He sucks in a sharp breath, his shaft jerking on my tongue. So, I do it again. And again. And again.
Until finally, he lets loose a masculine moan.
My nipples pebbling, I greedily drink his precum. On the next pull, he drags himself out to the tip and rubs it around my lips. “You ready to take more of my cock?”
“Yeah.” My voice is a breathless purr.
I expect him to shove to the hilt inside me, but instead he possessively asks, “Did you swallow him?”
“No.” Or any of my exes.
“But you’re gonna swallow me, aren’t you?”
I nod shyly.
He slaps the cockhead on my lips. “Use your words.”
“I will, Nathan.”
“’Cause you’re my good girl?”
“I am your good girl.”
