That's the last time gentleness occurs to either of us because I don't waste anytime forcing my cock down her throat and she doesn't waste anytime sucking it.
“Fuck,” I moan, watching her pretty little mouth envelop this dick.
This must be why men are so obsessed with blowjobs. Don't get me wrong, getting my pussy eaten out is much more enjoyable, but this is still enthralling. It could be the fact that every time she sucks, the toy pushes the other side into me, deeper into my g spot.
Or maybe it's the fact that she's on her knees for me. Her alluring green eyes staring up at me as her mouth is wrapped around me. She's so pathetic, so undeniably seductive. She knows I can't really feel anything but at the same time, she's acting as if I can and that makes me feel everything.
The thought that she was about to do this for someone else sends a coil of acid down my throat and body.
“This is the only dick you will ever have that pretty little mouth wrapped around,” I groan out harshly and my body moves on autopilot after that.
I grip the back of her hair and begin fucking her face—thrusting in and out of her mouth with my cock and she takes every inch. I'm not even sure how I know how to do this but it's just pure instinct at this point.
“Fuck yeah, choke on it,” I moan belligerently, my hands gripping her hair tighter as I thrust harder into her mouth.
It's so sexy, so hot. Her eyes filling with tears and spit involuntarily leaving her mouth. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I feel the toy rubbing against my clit. Even if it wasn't, I would still be this ravenous because Adaline is driving me wild.
She always drives me wild.
“Fucking slut.” I degrade her, as she deep throats my cock.
She responds by moving her hands to my naked thighs and digging her nails into me so harshly that it's enough to draw blood and I smirk down at her.
She is so perfect.
“You look so pretty like this …” I coo down at her cock-filled mouth, “with my dick in your mouth.”
As goading as my tone is, I do mean every word. She looks unbelievably sexy like this, especially with her mouth full so she can't talk back to me like a little brat.
Her eyebrows etch in annoyance and I can already hear the countless retorts she probably already has planned in her head. Too bad we won't be able to hear them as my thrusts are only becoming more and more erratic.
I'm so close, so close to cumming from her doing this and it's pathetic. I don't want to cum like this yet, I want to cum when her pussy is clamped down on my cock.
My hips begrudgingly slowdown from fucking her face as I harshly pull her off my cock by her hair. I roughly pull her up and waste no time planting my lips onto hers.
She seems disorientated by my quick change of pace, but immediately reciprocates the kiss. Her hands wander around my body and claw at my tits, emitting a moan from my mouth into hers.
I dart my tongue into her mouth and feel my whole-body melt into hers. This is our first kiss in a whole week. I have been so incorrigibly desperate to have her lips on mine this past week, it's been absolute agony.
Desperation sinks into my limbs as my hands wander over her body, still kissing her gentle lips harshly. Before I know it, I feel my hands acting of their own volition and tearing at the fabric of her dress—completely ripping it off her body.
“Juliette!” she admonishes, detaching her lips from mine.
Don't pretend you don't love it.
I pull her back to my lips. “I'll buy you the whole clothing line, baby.”
Anything she wants. Whenever she wants it. Now that I know she belongs to me all she has to do is say the word and I’ll bring the moon to her feet.
She groans back into my mouth and steps out of her torn dress. We work together to ravenously unclip her bra and we're still practically fighting while kissing.
Her hands are roughly pulling at the roots of my hair and my nails are clawing into her naked hips as we kiss harshly.
My mouth wanders away from her lips and towards her neck, biting and teething on every inch as she moans out. I suck roughly on her skin, making sure to leave a very obvious mark. I want everyone to know she's spoken for. That she's mine.
“Get on the bed,” I mumble against her neck and then look at her. I can't wait anymore; I need to be inside her.
Her bratty eyes are darker than I've ever witnessed before and she shakes her head. Before I can respond she pushes me onto her bed—rather roughly.
