“There’s just one thing you should know,” I tell him on my next upstroke, tonguing his head, watching my saliva run down his shaft, where all that red lipstick is smeared, while his mouth doesn’t stop moving against me.
“Mmm,” I hear from somewhere against my flesh.
“I don’t have a gag reflex,” I confess, before diving in for my deepest pull yet.
“No gag reflex?” He echoes the words, like he doesn’t trust his own ears.
Mouth full, I try to respond with words, but it comes out as a mumble around his thick length. He flexes his hips, driving further down my throat, and I hear him moan when he realizes the answer.
“Fuck,” he says on a heavy intake, as he bottoms out somewhere deep in my gullet.
Contracting my throat muscles, I swallow around his length and hear him curse again.
“Even better than I imagined, Alexis. And I imagined you as fucking perfect.”
Using the flat of my tongue, I stroke whatever of his shaft I can reach as he pulses deep in my throat, not giving me time between pumps for air.
It’s overrated anyway.
I’ve had air for the last three years, and the thirty-five before that.
A cock like his is what my life has been missing.
If I knew he had this in his pants, I would’ve set aside my hatred for him on day one and gotten my fill while I could.
I’ll put up with a lot for a Michelin star dick. Even Wilder’s insufferable attitude, his constant sexual jokes, and the way everyone in this town seems to fall for his charm instead of hate him the way I do.
I might not want to be around him in the kitchen, but when his mouth is too busy to talk shit, I could get used to spending some quality time with other parts of him.
Bobbing back down on his cock, I let my head fall until my nose brushes his sac, completely full of him, hips grinding on his face, making a mess all over him and not giving a single fuck. Shit, I might even be enjoying my night.
He moans against my pussy and the vibrations hit me deep in a place I forgot existed. My legs go weak at the rush of pleasure it brings, and I lose my rhythm for a moment, my lower half fallingdown on him and probably suffocating him in the process. His hands only grip my full ass tighter, pressing me harder onto his face, his tongue scraping inside of me like he’s harvesting honey from the hive, every last drop for himself.
The noises he’s making, like a man stranded in a desert who just found his first source of sustenance, he undoes me. My knees give way entirely, and I end up flat against him, still grinding my hips for more, more of what he’s giving me.
I forget about the deal, the way I want to prove him wrong, just needing exactly what he’s offering and wanting all of it.
It drives him even more feral.
I try to focus on his cock, the way the piercing slides against the roof of my mouth on every upstroke and then makes its way down, so far down, every time I take him deep. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, and I can’t help but play with the smooth metal every chance I get.
Pulling back until my lips pop off of him, I take the barbell between my teeth and tug on it, giving him a little of the torture he used on me with that knife of his.
His breath explodes against my cunt, hot and frantic, desperation in the wordless sounds that sends me into a frenzy as his hips twitch and jerk beneath me. I need to see more of it. Placing my hands on his pelvic bone, I try to hold him in place as I suck him back down again, using more suction than before and letting my tongue slide over the smooth skin of his shaft.
He’s so close to the finish line, and then I can play with him for real until this is out of my system by tomorrow morning.
I sneak in another nibble on his head, that delicious ring through the underside of it, as I pull back up again and relish in the effect it has on him. Watch as his toes point, then flex, the muscles in his thigh, even in his knees, all squeeze and ripple with what I put him through. It’s like a map straight tohis orgasm, just follow the dotted path and find his cum at the bottom of the rainbow.
Spurred on by the realization that he’s close, I take him deep, with the kind of gusto most women I know would be ashamed of. It’s lustful, uninhibited, and so fucking overdue.
“Fuck,” he curses against my pussy, as his hips can’t help but drive in deeper, right into my waiting throat.
Working up the rhythm that never fails me, I use my hands to massage his thighs, creeping up toward his sac, eager to find what will send him over the edge.
Before I get the chance, he does something that makes me scream around his length in surprise. So unexpected, I was so unprepared, but fuck it’s deliciously dirty in the best way.
Fingers holding one side of my ass open, Wilder slips a soaking wet finger inside my back entrance, deep enough that I jerk forward in surprise, right against his waiting tongue, where he pulls out the combo I don’t stand a chance against.
