Ha-ha, right now I am her god.
Her body surges upward and then, suddenly, she’s too limp to remain upright, even with me propping her up. I let her fold, guiding her down to her knees. Panting, she rests her forehead against mine. I hold her tight.
Moments pass. Neither of us utters a word.
Margot’s breathing becomes even. She stirs and reaches down for my cock.
“Want a taste?” I ask as she wraps her hand around it.
Silently, she nods.
I stand up. Margot’s eyes meet mine. The light is too dim to tell whether it’s in surrender or as a challenge. Her lips press to the tip of my cock for a moment, unmoving. She gives it a few slow, tentative licks, swirls her tongue around the head, and then, suddenly, she’s wild. She takes the length of it inside her mouth and sucks with abandon. She teases and tugs on me, moving faster and faster, pushing me toward the edge.
I grit my teeth. I draw back. I even picture Kurt Ozzi’s ugly, withered mug to stop myself from coming.
But she’s too eager. There’s only one way I don’t ejaculate within the next ten seconds. I need to take control. Gripping her head, I take over the pace and slow it down to sedate. Her blow job becomes that other act whose name escapes me, the one in which the blown one takes charge.
I push her mouth toward my base even as I thrust my hips to feed more of my throbbing flesh into her. When my tip brushes the back of her palate, she doesn’t draw away. Instead, she grips my ass harder and allows me to slide deeper still.
Holy cow!
The next couple of minutes is a flurry of pleasure more exquisite than I’ve never known. I don’t hold back, and Margot keeps opening up, relaxing, doing better with each unrestrained stroke. Too soon, I reach the point where it’s no longer possible to delay gratification.
“Margot,” I grunt, ramming down her throat. “God help me. I’m going to come.”
She sucks me in deeper.
Groaning, every muscle tense, I explode into her. Scalding jets of cum gush out. I dig my fingernails into her shoulders as more and more of it pours out of me and into her. I clench my jaw to muffle a cry, to steady myself, to resist the force of the orgasm tearing through me. But my body seems to have a mind of its own. My hips rock against her, driving out new spurts that keep shooting up from my swollen balls, thick and hot.
When, at last, I’m spent, I pull out of her mouth. Delighting me, she licks the last few drops from my softening length.
I pull her up so we’re face to face again. “I hadn’t pegged you as a deep throat.”
“I’m not.” She seems to cogitate, confused. “That I was able to do is as much a revelation to me as it is to you.”
“Even better! It fills me with pride to be so sexy that I awakened your hidden gift and pushed you to surpass yourself.”
“You did no such thing.”
I rub my forehead. “You sure?”
“I didn’tsurpass myselfbecause you’re so compelling.”
“Then why?”
She hardens her eyelids midway. “To make sure you’ll regret letting me go. It’s my way of cursing you.”
I should be used to it after two weeks of sparring with her. She never says the expected thing. Her unique blend of unconventional and uncut never ceases to surprise me. And so, instead, I kiss her, taking inordinate pleasure in how she dissolves from a smart-ass into a yielding, giving, pliant slave to sensation.
My body is my weapon!And my cock is hard again.
“We’ll need a condom,” I say.
She hunkers down, fumbles for her pajamas, rummages in its pockets, and hands me a foil packet.
Hands shaking, I roll the condom on before drawing her closer. My cock prods her center. I push the head inside, pinning her against the banister.
Not safe,the last of my sanity whispers in my head.
