She glances at my hard cock. “Take care of you the way you did for me?”
“No, baby. You don’t have to do that. This was all about you.”
“I want to do it though. You told me to ask for what I want, Lincoln.” She sounds confident and self-assured. And I did tell her to ask for what she wants, but I can’t be entirely sure I’m not simply blind to any alternative because the thought of what she’s hinting at has me harder than titanium. And I can’t quite get past the suspicion that pleasuring me is what she thinks I expect her to do.
She wraps her hand around the base of my shaft. “Will you show me what to do? Please?”
How the fuck can I deny her when she asks me so confidently. “You’re sure?”
She nods, licking her lips. “I want to use my mouth on you.”
Holy fuck! That line I just crossed seems in the distant past now that she’s talking about sucking my cock. Imogen DeMotta on her knees sucking my cock. I can picture her lips stretchedwide around my shaft and her bright green eyes filled with tears while spit drips down her chin. Her innocence being so beautifully defiled. I’m supposed to take care of her, and yet the thought of her taking care of me in that way is the sexiest thing in the whole fucking world. I shake the unwelcome thoughts that I’m a sick fucking monster who should be ashamed of himself out of my head, because it doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is her. Her mouth. On me.
I sit up with my back against the headboard and direct her to kneel between my thighs. I pull back her hair and hold it in a ponytail and then fist my cock in my free hand. “You sure you want to do this, angel?”
She nods, her green eyes sparkling. Precum weeps from my crown. “Lick that off,” I tell her.
She bends her head and sweeps her tongue over my head, making a soft satisfied murmuring sound as she tastes me while I’m desperate not to come too quickly. After the pleasure of eating her pussy, the merest flick of her tongue has my balls about ready to unload. No woman has ever made me unravel like this before. And I find myself wanting to fall apart for her. I want her to see what she does to me and fucking bask in her glory. Because she is glorious. I squeeze my shaft harder, staving off my release.
“When you’re ready, take it into your mouth, baby. As far as you can go. You can suck or lick, whatever you prefer.”
She does both. Wrapping those sinfully delicious lips around my cock and sucking me hard while her tongue flicks the underside of my shaft. Motherfucking fuck! I screw my eyes closed and try to think of unsexy thoughts, but her sucking noises are making it incredibly difficult. And when I open my eyes and see her spread out for me, ass up in the air accentuating the curve of her back while her head bobs up and down on my dick, I almost lose control.
Now her soft moans get louder and more desperate. “Youwant to come too, baby?” I growl the words, overcome by the sight of her. She has no idea how much she undoes me.
She looks up at me, lashes wet with tears, and nods.
“Then rub your clit for me, the way I do. Pretend it’s my fingers playing with your pretty little cunt.”
Her hand slips between her thighs, and she keeps looking at me while she sucks my cock and plays with herself. I’ve never been so turned on in my whole entire life. I’m going to fucking explode.
And I do. Hot ribbons of cum spurting into her mouth and down her throat, and my good girl takes every last drop, drinking me down like I’m the only thing sustaining her. The appreciative little noises she makes have my eyes rolling back in my head.
When she releases me, spit and cum dribble from her mouth. It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She’s goddamn perfect. She takes her hand from between her thighs but I know she didn’t come yet. So, I pull her up to straddle me and take her fingers, guiding them over her sensitive flesh.
“Like this, baby.” I press firmly against her fingertips, and push them against the swollen bundle of nerves.
“God, Linc,” she whimpers. “That’s so good.”
I rest my lips against her hair, inhaling the scent of her mango-scented shampoo. My free hand cradles the back of her head while I go on guiding her fingers over her slick bud. Her breathing grows shallower, her body goes rigid, and then my girl falls apart. A cry rips from her throat and she buries her face into my neck, hot tears falling onto my skin. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” I wrap her still-trembling body in my arms.
Only when she stops shaking, do I tip her chin up so I can look at her face. I swipe the remaining tears from her cheeks with the pad of my thumb. “You still with me?”
She nods, smiling. “Yes. Did I do good?”
It takes me a second to realize what she’s referring to. “Baby, I just came so hard in your pretty little mouth I almost passed out. What do you think?”
Her grin grows wider. “I think I did good.”
“You did incredible. You are incredible.”
She sighs and snuggles against my chest, her fingertips lightly tracing over my scars in a way that surprisingly doesn’t bother me at all. “Can we lie here for a little while?”
I kiss the top of her head. “If that’s what you want.”
We enjoy a few moments silence before she speaks again. “Thank you for teaching me so much about sex and my body, sir. You must have had a lot of practice.”
“Imogen, if you’re fishing for information, I would prefer you simply ask whatever is on your mind.” This is a new dynamic for both of us, given that I’ve never allowed a woman to be this close to me before, either physically or emotionally. But I’m prepared to risk her asking questions I can’t answer for the promise of her being more assertive and direct.
