“You want me to tell you to take my cock?”
She hummed her assent.
“Take it so deep you reach my balls? So deep you gag?”
Her breath brushed across his skin as she breathed heavily through her nose, and she groaned again.
How dirty would she let him go? He tightened his grip and held her still, only the tip still in her mouth. “You tap my ass if you want me to stop. Understand?”
She nodded and pressed her tongue to the slit along his head. Fuuuck.
“Let go with your hand. Undo your pants and push them down your hips.”
She followed his orders.
“Play with your clit. Make yourself come while I fuck your face.”
Her eyes almost rolled back in her head, but she slid one hand into her light blue underwear and began rubbing.
“Underwear too. I want to watch.”
She moaned deeply and pushed her underwear down, exposing the sparse thatch of hair.
“That’s it. Now do what you were doing.”
Fuck. He’d been wrong. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He breathed heavily as he slowly fed his cock into her mouth. Pulling back, he kept his pace slow, keeping in mind how much she’d taken before. He gradually increased his pace, watching her fingers rub her clit. Picking up his pace to match hers, he shortened his strokes.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. Her fingers dug deeper into his ass, and he knew she was close too.
“You want me to come down your throat or on your tits?”
She sucked him long and hard, then swallowed, pulling him deeper into her throat.
“Fuck. Mouth it is.” He picked up his pace, cautiously watching to see if it became too much.
He could feel her exhale along the sensitive skin of his dick each time he withdrew. The tingle started deep, coiling at the base of his shaft.
“Can you come with me, Abby? I want you to swallow me down while you come.”
She whimpered against him and that was it. He pressed hard into her mouth as his orgasm exploded out of him. Her throat convulsed around him and he eased back, afraid he was suffocating her.
Her nails dug into his ass and he hissed. It recharged his orgasm and he froze, afraid if he gave into the urge, he’d shove hard and choke her. A shudder ran through his body and then his strength failed. He braced both hands against the edge of the table and pulled gently from her mouth.
Abby rested her forehead against his thigh. They stayed like that for several minutes, catching their breath before he helped her up. He pulled his jeans up before helping Abby with hers.
Her shirt was on the bench and he grabbed it. “Do you need to be home soon?”
She shook her head. “My mom’s with the kids.”
“Good.” He pulled her shirt over her head and didn’t care that he’d put it on her backwards and inside out. Not bothering to do more than zip his pants enough to keep them up, he grabbed her hand and led her toward the door.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Upstairs. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh. Okay.”
