I have no doubt that she could try.
“And when’s the last time you beat up a monster?” I tease.
“Shut it.”
With a chuckle, I hand over control to my mate.
“Good. Now relax while I taste you.”
I may have had shitty sex with lots of dudes, but I'mfantasticat giving head.
I’m not sure if she meant to send me that thought, but her words only make my cock get harder. She peels my pants to the floor and inhales a sharp breath. I glance down at her admiring my dick.
“Fascinating,” she whispers.
I groan when she takes it in her hands. She lightly traces her fingertips over the bulbous middle, over all the veins, down to the thick base where my knot is located. It throbs, desperate to expand inside her.
“Velvety,” she says quietly while basically petting my cock.
It’s torture. She’s torturing me with her exploration. Precum leaks out of the end, and she laps it up with her tongue.
I close my eyes, my head falling to the wall.
Fuck that's good, Mouse.
She takes the engorged head into her mouth and hums. I jerk and fist my hands in her hair, which she has up in a ponytail. I fight the urge to grab hold of it so I can thrust into her mouth.
My pleased reaction seems to light a fire inside her, and she wraps her hands around my length. Slowly, she fists up and down, twisting and applying just the right pressure before suctioning her lips and sliding me into her mouth again. I buck away from the wall, my hands still buried in her hair. I tug at the strands, and she whimpers at the sudden pain it must cause.
She drops one hand to my balls, massaging them while fisting my shaft. Then she takes me deeper down her throat, flattening her tongue, and sliding back out to the tip.
My orgasm is already building at the base of my spine. But I want her to come too, so I slip my tail past the band of her leggings. She pauses, only briefly, before opening her legs wider to allow the tip to sink inside her wet cunt.
She falls into a perfect rhythm, squeezing my balls and milking my shaft, then taking all of me to the back of her throat.
Her gag reflex is nearly nonexistent, but her eyes still water.
My tail’s tip presses against her clit and starts vibrating. She jerks and moans, then swallows. The vibration and her throat working around me wrestles a curse from my mouth.
“Farrah,” I say, my voice strained. “I’m close to coming and it’s going to be… a lot of cum. Where do you want it?”
She doesn’t let up manhandling my nuts, fisting my length while bobbing her head in tandem. I’m barely holding on as her pleasure mixes with mine. She drags my cock out of her tightly gripped lips until the tip falls out with a pop. She licks around her mouth and smiles up at me.
“Down my throat,” she says, panting, as the tip of my tail continues to vibrate against her clit. Her cheeks are painted with lust. She doesn’t falter stroking me at a leisurely pace. “I can take it all.”
God, she’s perfect.
“Fuck my mouth.”
So fucking perfect.
She parts her lips, ready for me while looking up with her innocent eyes.
Innocent but corrupted with desire.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
Farrah drops her hands, allowing me to enter into her mouth gently. Her lips close tightly, her tongue flat.
