‘How?’ I ask, popping the top button of my jeans. ‘Don’t be shy.’
Her eyes flicker, cheeks warming. ‘Let me taste you.’
I ease the zipper down, the release of pressure bringing its own heat.
‘Is this what you want?’
I pull myself out, and her breath catches, the answer written all over her face as I fist my cock in front of her.
‘Yes…’
She leans in and I tighten my grip in her hair to stop her.
Her eyes shoot to mine.
‘Please, Ax…’ Her breath sweeps over me, a teasing tremor that draws up through my balls. ‘Please.’
I shudder, pre-cum leaking at the slit.
‘I should paint your pretty little lips for making me so hard.’
‘Do it.’ She lifts her chin. ‘Brand me.’
Fuck. I squeeze the base of my cock, staving off the burn.
‘You should be careful what you wish for, Baby Girl.’
But I do it anyway, smearing it across her mouth, the sight making more spill free.
‘You look so good with my cum on you.’
Her body pulses, another flush of heat staining her cheeks.
I pump again, coating her, layering it over her eager lips – lips she doesn’t dare lick. Until?—
‘Taste.’
I brace myself for the flick of her tongue, but she takes her time – slowly sweeping it around her lips, before flicking out to catch a fresh bead.
I hiss at the fleeting contact, holding myself still as she dares to take more.
‘That’s it, Baby Girl.’ I angle her face to the side, greedy for the view. ‘Get it all.’
She drags her tongue from the base to the tip, circles the head until my vision threatens to blur.
‘Now open that pretty little mouth and let me in…’
I guide her forward and press inside, losing my breath with a groan as her lips part around me. She takes me deep, sucks back hard, the filthy pop as she slips me free making me jerk. Then her tongue is there, swirling, tasting, teasing – until she parts again and I stop her.
‘So hungry,’ I murmur, dragging the head of my cock along her skin, smearing our combined slick everywhere but where she wants it.
‘Please,’ she begs, shoulders straining, hands desperate to take control. ‘I want more.’
‘How much more?’
‘I want all of you.’
My chest tightens. The truth slams into me as I thrust forward, burying myself deep, trying to bury what I already know:
