Don’t need to beat off anytime soon, either. Thankfuck.
I’ve been going in-fucking-sane without my queen.
I don’t wanna say it was worth the wait, because I never wanna go without her for this long again, but goddamn, it’s even better than I remember.
Her mouth is so warm, so wet, and she gives head with theperfectamount of suction.
It’s a miracle I haven’t blown yet, but I’m really trying to enjoy this for as long as I can. And actually, you know what’ll make this even better?
I pat my chest in invitation.
“Spin around and give me that ass so I can play with your holes while you make a mess all on my chest as you’re sucking me off.” My voice is still quiet, full of all that overnight gravel, but she hears me. She just decides to be a little brat when she’s too far away to get her ass smacked for it.
Di wags her head from side to side, in perfect time with her hips and ass, a teasing little wordless ‘no’ from her, eyes never leaving mine.
She licks me like a fucking lollipop on the next stroke, taking me out of her mouth with a pop, sticking her tongue out and swirling it all over my head in that way that drives me batshit. My hips flex again, and I feel myself thicken in her hold.
Her knowing gaze shifts from my dick in her tiny fingers—talk about an ego boost, I know what I’m working with, trust me, but I always feel extra fucking huge with her little hands wrapped around me—up to meet my eyes before she leans back in and gives it another lick that just gets me harder without getting me closer to release. She’s a little fucking vixen this morning.
Chrissy brings the other hand down from my hip, trailing it over my hot skin, so sensitive with what she’s doing to me, and starts to taunt me. Her short, dark purple nails are just another tool in her arsenal, not afraid to use all of her to bring me to ruin. She runs them down my shaft, just barely scraping my dick in a way that has goosebumps breaking out along my entire fucking body.
This little goddamn minx. Wait until I get my turn with her. She’ll fucking know what’s up.
She continues the torture, swallowing my girth again, stroking me with her tongue as she does while her nails continue dragging down my ball sac, and I damn near jump out of my skin.
I think my load tries to launch itself out of my nuts at the way she’s tugging, pulling on them in the best fucking way, and God, I wish I had her ass in my face right now.
She reconnects our eyes, fucking me just as much with those hazel irises as she is with her mouth, as she takes meallthe way back. When I’m deep in her throat, she swallows around me, choking me with the muscles in her throat, and I groan huskily.
“Fuck, baby. You do that again and I’m gonna blow.” She fuckinggigglesaround me. “You want it down your throat, or all over that gorgeous face?”
Chrissy pulls back up and gives me this innocent face—it’s a fucking sham, don’t buy into it—and opens her mouth wide, her tongue sticking as far out as it can go, the head of my dick still pressed against it. Silently, she points into her open mouth, and I have my answer. My balls tighten, cock surging upward as she closes her mouth around me again and slides down until her nose is pressed against my lower abdomen, lips against the base of my cock and brushing the top of my balls. She exhales a little puff of air from her nose against me there, then she does thatthingagain, squeezing me with her fucking throat and it’s over.
I shoot my load with a groan and a thick, “Fuck, Di.” My hand buried in her hair, holding the back of her head to keep her pressed all the way down until every last wave of cum has spilled straight down her esophagus. Then I pull her head up gently, a hand on each cheek to guide her.
As soon as the obstruction is gone, her airway no longer blocked, she takes loud breaths through her nose, nostrils and cheeks flaring with how badly she needed the oxygen. And once she gets her mouth back to herself, I hear the heavy breathing, the panting. The sight of her flushed cheeks, her lips all swollen, chest heaving, those tits spilling out of her robe, goddamn it’s got me half-hard again already.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I tell her in a low growl.
I lean forward, wrap my hand around the side of her neck, thumb stroking the pulse at the base of her throat, fingers digging into the back of her neck and pull her forward.
She topples onto my chest, another rare giggle coming out, and I meld my mouth to hers, groaning again at the swollen feel of her lips.
A jangle from several yards away tears us apart suddenly. The doorknob is being yanked on, but it’s not giving way.
“I locked it,” she whispers against my lips. I take the last chance I’ll have this morning to have her to myself, kissing her deeply once more, salt and musk andmeon her tongue.
Chrissy sits up, pulling her silky little robe together to cover her exposed chest, and she climbs off of me, covering my lower half with the sheets before she goes and opens the door.
As she gets there, small, distressed voices reach us through the wood.
“Mommy?”
“I’m here,mijo,” she tells him soothingly, opening the door wide so he can come in.
“I couldn’t get in.” Preston looks seconds away from tears spilling.
“Did you try the magic knock?” I remind him.
