Pleased with herself, she hums, and the vibration nearly kills me.
"Oh fuck--don't hum--too much--"
She does it again, very much on purpose. Teasing me, little brat.
I fucking love it.
My hips want to thrust, need to thrust, but I dig my heels into the mattress, sheets in one hand, the other in her hair, too tight. What little control I have left is slipping, but I don't want to scare her. Don't want to hurt her.
But I can't help it--I flex my hips shallow, just once. But she feels it.
She pulls off, panting, to look up at me.
"Do you want to--need to--"
Fuck my mouth?She can't even finish the question.
"No, you're in control. Just feels so fucking good."
She smiles and goes back down on me, taking me deeper this time until my thighs are trembling, my balls drawn up tight and stomach muscles taut. My hand is fisted in her hair. But I can only back off of one thing--relax my fist, and my hips buck.
"Molly, I'm close," I manage, the words of warning ragged, giving her an out. She doesn't take it. "You don't have to-"
Her gaze snaps up to mine, annoyed, which, if I wasn't about to blow, would almost be comical with her mouth full of my cock. She sucks harder.
And that's all the answer I need.
She knows what she's in for. She knows how this works. She wants to taste me.
Never could tell her no.
The last of my control slips away, and I'm lost in the feeling of her silky mouth.
"Oh, fuck. That's.--I can't--Molly, I'm gonna come--now."
She sucks one last time, and I'm gone, back arching, can't control it. My hips thrust, not hard, but up, and she takes it, doesn't pull off. Her name tears from my throat as I come hard in blinding bursts, cock pulsing, filling her mouth. She makes a surprised sound, swallowing, but I'm still coming, another pulse, another. Come drips from the corner of her mouth. It's been too long, I'm too wound up, coming so hard she can't keep up. Finally, she pulls back, gasping for air, her hand still stroking, still milking the last pulses with come on her lips, her chin, licking them out of utility, watching hungrily as my cock pumps and empty until it's finally through.
I sag into the bed, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. My limbs are shaking, breath sawing in and out of me, my arm slung over my face. I'm shaking all over. Feel her climb up the bed, into my side, and I curl around her.
That was--fuck.I don't have words.
Not just the physical release, though god knows I needed that. But the way she looked at me. The way she wanted me with her body and her heart and her soul.
No one's ever--looked at me like that. No one’s ever
I can't finish the thought.
"Are you okay?" she asks me this time. And I chuckle, shifting my arm to look at her.
"I'm fucking great. Are you okay?"
"Mhmm. I like watching you come." She laughs nervously. "Is that weird?"
"Fuck no." I tuck a curl behind her ear. "I live for watching you come. Knowing I'm the one who made you feel that way? It's everything."
She smiles, flushes. "I thought that too last week. But when I come it's boring. When you come? It's…it's messy and violent and—“ She sighs. "It's so hot."
Smirking, I look down at her, tip her chin so she'll look at me. "It's so hot that you think it's so hot," I say, then kiss her.
