That earns him a dirty smile before I take a long lick on the underside of the sensitive head, and his eyes shut. “I take that back. Only way you could look better is with my cock inside you.”
Using my tongue, I wet my lips and open my mouth to take him in. It’s true, he’s enormous, but it’s also true that I’m tiny. I’m not sure whether to blame his giant dick or my small mouth, but it only takes a couple of attempts for me to realize this isn’t going to work the way I’d hoped.
“That’s okay,” he tells me, leaning forward to run the backs of his fingers along my cheek. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I tell him. “Let me keep trying.”
Sitting back he puts an extra pillow under his head to get a better angle on watching the performance, and it makes him look even hotter. Like I’m the one worth watching, not him looking like a Norse god.
“Can’t decide which way to have you face, what’s the better view here, darlin’. Watching that sweet mouth try to fit my cock in it, or looking at you dripping for me while you suck the cum right out of my tip.”
My eyes flutter shut at that visual, as my pussy does just that at his dirty words. Bending further down, I waggle my ass in the air and his pupils blow out, looking between it and my face a few times before settling on my face for good.
“I’ll just have to lick you up after you’re done sucking me dry, I guess.”
My nipples peak and I rub my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the need that’s building in me already at his never-ending stream of filth. The delicious, aching soreness that’s acted as a constant reminder for two days now isn’t even enough to keep me from wanting more from him when he looks and talks likethat.
“Do me a favor,” he says, face pulled tight. “Leave your legs spread the whole time. Let the cool air hit that pretty pussy and remind you who every drop is for.”
I bite back the words that want to taunt him right back, the groan building deep in me, and I channel my efforts into sucking him off.
Head has never been my strong suit, whether it’s the disadvantage of my size, my history of predominantly one-night stands where I never got too adventurous with any one partner, or maybe it’s just not my gift in life, but I’m giving it all I’ve fucking got for this man.
Tongue out, I trace the underside of his cock, from the base, pressing in where it joins his ball sac, and lick a path all the way up to the tip. He hisses out a breath and I flick my eyes up to watch his reaction.
Still using my tongue, I lick all the way around his head, getting it nice and wet, and then my lips press to it, doing everything I can to slip it in, suck it down. I usually get lockjaw after a couple minutes, but I’ve never hadthisparticular issue before. This is about to get embarrassing.
“’S all good, angel. Just take what you can, you’re doing so good,” he tells me, tone gentle. It hardens a moment later, when he says, “Shit, I could come just from you breathing on my dick, I don’t need to fuck your face to get off. Just play with it.”
Those words unlock a freedom in me to experiment in a way I’ve never felt safe to with anyone before him.
Play, I do.
Lips trailing his length, I kiss the entire thing, up, down, anywhere that calls to me. I make excellent use of my tongue, dragging the tip of it around his girth, drawing a design, then tracing his veins as we both watch.
Precum bubbles from the opening at his head and I lick it up instantly.
Eventually I’ve sucked my way around the whole thing enough times that I want to taste the cum of his I’ve earned, and my hands come out to play too.
Thighs still spread—breeze teasing me just like he wanted—leaning forward on my elbows, I use both hands to grip him, jerk him off, and get the rhythm going that my mouth wishes it could be delivering on right now.
The stream of grunts, curses, and encouragements he’s kept up this whole time turn more strained, and I notice a tendon in his neck popping out as he struggles to keep his eyes open.
“Gonna come if you keep that up,” he tells me.
Part of me wants to keep playing longer, to ease up on this grip, this rhythm, and drag this moment out for both of us. But the knowledge that I can just do this to him again in a few minutes makes the decision for me.
Not that I’ve had that many repeat hook-ups, but I’ve never met a guy with a refractory period as quick as Weston’s. My mind races with ideas for the rest of our day together, and my smile ticks up, thoughts probably written all over my face.
I lock my grip, jerking him at a furious pace that jiggles my chest with every motion of my arms, loving that he’s watching what I’m doing to him so closely.
“You wet?” he asks me.
“Soaked.”
“Get ready to scream,” he grunts out, teeth clenched. “Gonna eat you out all night after this.”
Itskhim, shaking my head slowly from side to side, and press my lips to his cock again, sucking him wherever I can.
