So many thoughts fly through my head at once, but they all go silent the moment his tongue runs under my stiff cock. Painfully slow, I watch as he slides his tongue from my base, gradually back up until he flicks my tip ever so gently. The cool metal mixed with his warm, slick mouth traces a smooth path so slow it drives a groan from my chest with every pass. My eyes roll back, immediately forgetting why this is a bad idea. My mouth parts and my fingers bury themselves in his soft, damp hair. His hair feels just as good as it looks. Hell, I could say the same thing about his whole body.
He drags his tongue up the length of me again, eyes locked on mine. Again. And again. Each time flicking the head just right, until my legs threaten to give.
He hasn’t even sucked me down yet and I already feel like I’m going to blow.
His hand softly moves back and forth, making sure to jerk me at the same time.
“Shit,” I huff. He was right. Idolove it.
“You think my mom could work you up this much?” A smile playing on his lips as he strokes me some more.
His little reminder of Veronica should make me feel guilty. But honestly… all I can think isno way.Nothing has ever felt more right. Not when his mouth moves like this, not when the heat in my gut drowns out every other thought.
“Shut up,” I groan, scrunching my hand further in his hair.
“Thought you were going to make me?” He suddenly slaps my cock over his tongue over and over again with the underside of my dick, the pleasure erupting up through my whole body, covering me in goosebumps as the smacking sound vibrates in my ear. I swear, I could hear it echoing across the water behind us.
“Oh shit,” I grumble before taking my other hand and burying it in his hair too. Enough teasing me. Now all I want is to show him who’s really in control here. It’s been and will always be me. I slowly hitch my hips towards him, savoring the stretch of his lips around me, the way his throat tightens. Then I snap my hips forward without warning, forcing a gasp from his chest. “There you go.”
His nails dig into my thighs, and I swear he moans around me like he wants more. I watch as my cock disappears into his mouth, and I swear, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“Come on, what happened to that pretty little mouth of yours?” I buck my hips into his mouth, relishing in the way his throat constricts. He mumbles something incoherent which only makes me shudder harder.
Itfeels fucking fantastic. He feels so damn good and it makes me both ecstatic and angry that he was right. This really is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. How am I supposed to go back after this?
I move my right hand onto his throat so I can feel him swallow my cock. I keep my other hand on his head so I can continue guiding him at the pace that I want. Just fast enough to feel good but slow enough that I won’t overbear him. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” My voice comes out rough and ragged. I’ve never talked like this before. But looking down at him, thinking about everything he’s said and done since coming here, it draws it out of me.
Pressure is building and it’s building fast. Tears brim the edges as he stares into my eyes. The wetness makes them sparkle. It’s breathtaking.
“You love choking on my cock, don’t you?” I ask. He groans around my dick, making my balls tense. His mouth is so damn warm, compared to the cool breeze that nips at the back of my thighs.
I pull back. Allowing him a breath of air. He sucks in deeply before coughing some, a small string of drool dripping down from his lips. The whole visual is too much.
“Done so quick?” He quirks his lip up into a mischievous smile, sending sparks through my body.
Damn him.
I quickly push his hair back out of his face and position his face firmly in my hands so I can continue.
No easing up this time.
Brat is how he wants to act, he’s going to be treated as such. And damn him for turning me on as much as he does. Damn him for making me crumble to him so easily.
Heopens wide like he’s daring me, so I take control. I’m back at it again, filling his mouth. “Hard to speak with your mouth so full, huh?” I smile, panting.
He moans, squeezing my legs even more. Dipping his hand below him, my eyes catch the way he jerks himself softly. As though he can’t help himself but seek out some pleasure.
I want him to come from me.The thought shocking me instantly.
“I know what you want, but I want to hear you say it.” I push in as much as I can, feeling him struggle to breathe, which only turns me on more. I pull out, filling his lungs instantly with a rush of air.
He coughs.
“Say it,” I demand, thrusting again.
“I want to taste you,” he pants.
“Why should I let you when you’ve been so,”thrust“damn,”thrust“bad?”thrust.
