“Good boy …”
Still very proud of herself, she wraps her lips around me and gives me what I begged for. With the eager way she sucks in her cheeks and slides her tongue on the underside, I know I’ll be coming in no time. My greedy little dork works her magic on me, taking me far into her throat, pumping me with her hand, looking up with amorous eyes…
She’s so good at this, siphoning my cock like she’s desperate to have my cum fill her throat. I’ve never met a woman so hungry for it like this. She has never spit it out since we’ve been together, always happy to swallow me when I finish in her mouth. I fucking love that about her.
“Tell me, Andrea,” I say, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Were you always such a whore for cum, or is it only for me?”
She moans around my girth and frees me, pumping her hand up and down while she answers. “It’s just for you, baby. I almost puked the first time I had cum in my mouth, and I used to rush to spit it out. But you… I love having you in me, Lex. Ineedit.”
“And do you need it now?”
She nods, letting out a small whimper.
“Then make me come and drink me down like a little cum slut.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice as she returns to her ministrations, swallowing me the entire way, her tight throat driving me insane. How could she ever think I’d grow tired of her when every time with her feels like the first time? It’s like I always forget how good she feels, how amazing she is, and then remember it over and over. No woman will ever compare, and if I ever lose her… I’ll remember how good she was for me until I die.
To no one’s surprise, I come in mere minutes of her expert treatment. Her deft tongue and hands show no mercy, and I find myself grunting her name as I keep her down with a firm hand on the back of her head, shooting white-hot ropes of cum down her throat. I haven’t gotten my balls emptied in over a week, and the amount that comes out of me is ridiculous. But she takes it all, her esophagus contracting around me as she swallows it down, which only makes me come evenharder. I swear I see stars at the apex of it, my head spinning from how good it feels.
I’m panting as I release her, letting her lift up and free my cock. There’s no mistaking the smugness on her face as she returns the waistband of my underwear and shorts in place.
“So, any complaints?” she asks with a smirk.
I’m still out of breath as I say, “Fuck no.”
“Good, I still got it.”
She crawls up my body to kiss me, and I sample my taste on her clever little tongue.Perfect fucking woman…
“My turn, now,” I say once I’ve regained my senses.
“No, that was all for you. It was your moment, baby,” she counters, grabbing the remote to press play.
I want to protest, but she wriggles into me to get comfortable, genuinely uninterested in me returning the favor. So, I twist my gaze away from her and look at the screen instead, my hand finding its way to her ass, perfectly molded there.
“Maybe we should move to a deserted island, just you and me,” she says at some point.
“Why?”
“Because we’re so good when it’s just us. No outside interference, no drama, no Miriam Coleman… Only love and happiness.”
“Hmm, I’m not opposed to this idea,” I humor, pinching her ribs, making her jerk and squeal a little. “Just you, me, fresh water, and a monthly airdrop of food. Clothes are optional.”
“Clothes would actually be banned. But I worry we’d get bored at some point.”
“We can throw in Wi-Fi if you want.”
“But then it means we’d need electricity, phones, computers… Maybe it’s easier to stay here and stop letting others ruin us.”
I let out a resigned sigh and tug her closer, wrapping both arms around her. She stares up, and the devotion on her face tells me everything I need to know.
“Then it’s you and me against the world, freckles,” I promise. She nods, as determined as I am.
It’s us before everything else.
Herbefore anyone else.
As a teenager, I didn’t explore sex like others did. At some point, I was so much younger than my classmates that intercourse with them would have been illegal. So, I was nineteen when I first began experimenting with an older student at Stanford. We’d blow off some steam together and then return to studying as if nothing happened.
