She trembles, her breath heavy.
“Now, on your knees.”
She swallows, lowering herself down. Her palms are on her thighs, waiting for her next instruction.
“Holy shit,” I groan, my palm rubbing my cock through my jeans. “You look so fucking pretty on your knees.”
Her wide eyes lock on mine. My thumb brushes against her bottom lip as I drag it down ever so slightly before I slide it past her lips and into her wet mouth.
“Suck,” I instruct, grinning as I look down at her.
She does as I ask, sucking gently on my thumb, my index finger curled under her chin.
“Good girl,” I praise her.
I want to warm her up, tease her, play, before I slide my cock down that pretty throat. I groan as I pull my thumb out and she’s all needy, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I don’t. I keep my lips tightly sealed.
Stepping back, my fingers fumble with the button of my jeans as I run my hands in the waistband and push them to my ankles, bending at the waist as I do. Slowly standing, her eyes graze down to the outline of my cock in my boxers. Her throat bobs on a swallow.
Next are my boxers. I push them down with my jeans and then step out of them both, kicking them across the floor. Curling my large hand around my cock, I slowly pump up and down my thick girth. Her eyes are wide, her lips parting.
“I’ll go easy on you,” I rasp. “Promise.”
Moving towards her, I curl my hand around the back of her head and let my finger tangle in her hair before slowly tilting her head back. A slow smirk plays against my lips as I continue stroking myself, pleasure slowly building deep inside of me.
Her small hands come up, resting on my thighs and my cock bobs. Letting my hand fall, I wrap my fingers around her wrist and wrap her hand around me, guiding her, showing her, teaching her how to touch me, how to pleasure me.
“You’re doing so well,” I whisper, watching her the whole time as she pleasures me, stroking my cock.
Once she has the hang of it, I tighten my grip around hers and move a little more, giving me the friction and tightness I so desperately need.
“Fuck, yes.” My head drops, my chin to my chest as I watch and ever so slightly, I let her hand go. “Like that,” I pant, my stomach tightening as my orgasm teases me.
“Am I doing it right?” she whispers, her beautiful ambers on mine.
“You’re doing it perfectly.” I nod, tightening my grip in her hair, dragging it back so she has no other option but to look at me and only me.
“I’m getting close,” I rasp and I see the hint of a smile on her lips. “Open that pretty mouth, baby,” I groan.
She parts her lips as I place my hand over hers, slowly pulling away as I press the thick tip of my head on her bottom lip. I give her a second before I roll my hips forward, sliding into her mouth and I feel the way her tongue curls underneath me. I halt,my head falling back. I lose myself for a moment at how good it feels and we’ve hardly started.
My cock pulses on her tongue, and I tense myself.
“We’ll take it slow,” I coo, pulling back ever so slightly before my cock slides in further and she gags, her eyes widening. “You’re doing so good,” I praise her, not wanting her to think because she gagged, she’s failed. “Hollow your cheeks.”
She blinks up at me, her cheeks hollow. With my spare hand, I cup under her chin, my fingers that are curled in her hair glide across her shoulder blade as I roll my hips back and forth. Saliva spills from the corners of her mouth and my thumb finds it, wiping it away.
“Fuck,” I groan, sliding myself out. “I’m going to fill your pretty mouth full of cum,” I promise, “but I want to switch things up slightly, for your books, of course.”
Her cheeks go that pretty pink and my heart drums in my chest. This feels so different to every other time. Every other girl. But not her. Something draws me in, wanting me to keep close. I can’t explain it even if I wanted to. A tightness pulls across my chest, knocking the air out of my lungs for just a moment.
“On the bed,” I order, and she pushes herself up, sitting on the edge and I shake my head. “That won’t do, baby.”
I step closer to her, leaning down and pressing my hand between her legs as I kneel beside her. The mattress dips as I push her towards the headboard.
My large hands rest on her knees, my cock still aching with the want of release. Pushing them apart, I lodge my body between them before hooking my fingers at the hem of her tee. I drag it over her head and discard it to the floor.
My hand gropes at her full chest, brushing my finger over her hardened nipple. Lowering myself down, I flick my tongue over it, sucking her into my mouth. Her fingers lace through my hair, holding me there but I want her lips locked around my cock.
