Her fingers get the button of my jeans open, and then she reaches in with her small hand, into my boxer briefs. She pulls my cock through the slit in them and runs her hand down my length. She sighs as loudly as I do, like she’s the one aching for the relief of taking me into her mouth. Maybe she is.
Maybe pleasing me is as important to her as being pleasured. No, there’s no maybe. This is Fawnie. The sweetest, kindest, most selfless woman on the planet. Iknowshe wants to make me feel good.
She already does, with my cock trapped in the tight fist she makes around the base of it. I already soaked a spot into my boxers as I leaked all through on the journey here, but there’s nolimit to how wet I am for her. Beads of precum dribble from my tip, rolling down my length towards her hand.
My cock throbs in her tight grip, pulsing, the tip turning an angry red.
She studies me, head bent over my cock like she’s uttering a filthy prayer of lust. The irreverent thought of her worshipping over my sinful flesh makes me even harder. Chances are, there’s a hell of a lot more wrong with me than just a few scars.
“You have a beautiful penis,” she says. She gasps, as though she didn’t mean to say that out loud, then she giggles nervously. “Penis sounds weird. What do you want me to call it?”
“Cock? Dick? Prick? A poker?”
She laughs. “Apoker?”
“I have a thousand more. Tool, beating stick, lead pipe—”
“Cock. I like that.”
Her cheeks flush prettily, like she didn’t send me the world’s naughtiest video. It’s adorable that she’s shy in person, when she was so filthy recording herself.
I didn’t think it was possible to laugh while she’s holding my dick, but I surprise both of us, a deep, raspy rumble escaping me.
She runs her hand from the base of me to the tip, jacking me so innocently and experimentally that my eyes nearly cross and my balls prickle.
She gives me zero warning before she leans in and licks it. She starts with the tip, circling her tongue around it from every angle, lapping up the salty moisture and humming at the taste. Iget the benefit of all that vibration. It rocks through me, bursting at the base of my spine, radiating out into my other muscles.
She wraps her hand around me and glides it down, curling my toes in my boots. She doesn’t stop at the base of me. She keeps going, cupping my balls over my boxers. I can’t help it. My hips flex, pushing my cock into her sweet mouth.
I want to apologize immediately, but she moans around me, clearly not hating the intrusion. My fingers tangle tighter in her hair as she draws back and then forward, testing to see how much of me she can take before pulling back and using her tongue all around me. She’s everywhere, licking my shaft like it’s her favorite candy, exploring the tip of me, fitting the point of her tongue into my slit. I can’t stop my hips from bucking into her mouth and every single time she leans into it, taking me a little bit harder, further,more.
My hand flattens on the back of her head, but I don’t guide her or drive her onto my dick. I let her do everything. Her cheeks hollow out and drool gathers at the edges of her lips as she does her best to work my shaft. I don’t have the prettiest cock. It’s long and thick, blunt at the end. No curve. Probably too many veins. Just… there. As is.
She sucks on it like it’s her sole purpose in life to bring me to my knees right alongside of her. Like it’s the best cock in the world, a dick masterpiece.
She surges forward and drags herself back, using her whole tongue along the underside of my cock, then takes me all the way to the back of her throat again. She hollows out her cheeks as she swallows around me, taking all of me, her cheeks growing red, moisture leaking down them with the effort.
That doesn’t stop her. She keeps up a wicked pace, swallowing around the tip of my cock at the back of her throat, sucking me, rolling her tongue over my length, playing with my balls, mashing them a little too hard and sometimes giving me a scrape of her teeth, but it’s glorious.
It’s good.
Dangerously good.
Enough to drive me insane and cause me to forget myself.
Enough to make me want to utter words that are best left unsaid. Forever. Terms of endearment. Nonsense about feelings. Stuff that I won’t live down and is a bad idea all around.
Kind of like even being here in the first place, but there’s no stopping it. I don’t want to. I won’t regret it. Might as well give myself some more of that brutal honesty.
Fawnie pops her mouth off my cock, nearly scrambling my brain as her lips close over my sack and she sucks my balls into her mouth. Both of them. She rolls her tongue around them, then carefully grabs my slicked up shaft and starts pumping it with her hands.
It’s official. This is how I die.
I thought it was coming a good while ago and for some time, I even wondered why I survived, but this is why.
Alright, not just the pleasure. This.
The connection. I’ve never felt so stripped down, so raw, so like I’m going to tear out of my skin with desire, but I’ve also never felt like my heart is going to tear out of my chest and like it has a safe place to land. Like Fawnie would pick it up, dust it off, breathe life back into it, and tuck it right back where it belongsso it could function even better than before. She wouldn’t be afraid of the mess, or the challenge, or the way my mind works. I could tell her some seriously dark shit, and I know she wouldn’t dismiss me. She’d stand with me through all of it.
