“Yes. You should.”
“But I suppose the point has been made. I was wrong. You do not have a tiny dick.”
“Prue,” I mumble. “I’m at your mercy here. Please don’t stop.”
I’m normally above begging, but something about this girl is fucking with my head. Blame it on my need to self-destruct or maybe it’s just how good her hands feel. Who knows, all I know is I need her to keep touching me.
“Did you mean it?” she asks as she tightens her grip again.
“Mean what?”
“That you would kick his ass?”
“Yes.” I nod. “You finish me off and I will track him down and bash his fucking skull in.”
“So violent.” She smiles up at me.
“Do you like that?”
“A little. You were wrong about me being a bitch, but I think I could get used to being one if it means I get to have control over powerful men.”
“Oh no, baby.” I laugh. “I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that.”
“No?” Her other hand grabs my balls again. A groan falls from my mouth as my eyes flutter. “I think it might.”
“Sure. Yeah. Whatever you want, just please…” My voice trails off as she quickens her strokes.
“Do you want me to suck it?”
“Yes. Fuck. Please. Whatever you want, just wrap those pretty little lips around my fat cock and make me cum.”
“Anything I want?”
“Yes.” I peer down at her.
“I’m going to hold you to that, Ben,” she says softly, before letting her lips wrap around the head of my cock.
Her jaw slacks open as she slowly devours it. Letting her hand grip the base as she eases her way down, she lets her other hand gently play with my balls.
Water fills her eyes as I fill up her mouth. Girls rarely take more than a third of it in their mouths. I might not have the longest cock in the world, but the thickness can be a little overwhelming.
I’ve had to master the art of oral sex and foreplay to make sure girls were turned on enough to step up to the challenge of taking it. Once they got used to feeling me stretching them, they tend to find themselves addicted to it.
But blow jobs weren’t often given. Or at least not for long. They’d barely be able to take the thing, tapping out before I could get off. I can’t complain, I enjoy sex more anyways.
So as Prue pushes her head further down my dick, taking over half of it in her tight little mouth I realize I was also wrong. She does know how to please a man.
“Jesus,” I groan as the tip of my cock presses against the back of her throat. She gags for a moment, pulling back a bit, before pressing forward again.
She lets me slip down her throat and I moan. I could explode right now if I wanted. Have I ever been this far down a woman’s throat before? I highly doubt it, at least not since before puberty, but I don’t allow myself to think that far back right now.
Her eyes flicker up to mine as I let my thoughts come back to the present moment.
“Guess I was wrong too. You do know how to suck cock.”
Her blue-sky eyes sparkle, looking up at me. Allowing me to slip down her throat even more, her hand drops from the base of my cock. Suddenly her lips are pressed against my groin, and I’m seeing speckles of blue dance in a sea of darkness.
“Fuck,” I hiss as her cheeks flex. She pauses before slowly easing back so just half my cock is in her mouth. Then just as quickly as she does that, she has the whole thing back in her mouth. “Okay. Fuck. Baby. I don’t know if I can…” My voice trails off as I moan.
