He’s not giving me the choice, but he groans in pleasure, and it makes me want to try again.
His cock slides deeper, lubricated by my own spit. I lick as best I can, focusing on trying not to choke, breathing, letting him take me.
There’s something primal about it. He’s taking me,making me his—even more than I already am. My own arousal grows. I whimper around his cock, gazing up at him, no longer caring about the tears on my cheeks or the ache in my jaw.
“Good girl,” he says, the words carried on a breath.
Jesus. Fuck.
Hearing that… knowing I’m pleasing him… my nipples tighten, my pussy clenches. My whimper becomes a moan.
He has one hand on the door above me, bracing himself, his other still in my hair, holding me for him as he uses my mouth.
“Such a good girl,” he repeats, pushing into my throat again. “I’m going to come. Don’t spill it. Don’t swallow.”
Oh, my God.
His thrusts come faster, shorter. It’s easier; he’s not in my throat. I use my tongue, tasting him, salty and sweet. My knees are aching, but Ilikehaving his cock in my mouth. Give me a pillow, and I’d do this again.
I don’t think I’ll get the choice anyway. Not anymore.
Alex groans. His hand tightens in my hair. His cock draws back until only the head of him is between my lips. He tenses, then his cum spurts into my mouth. Thick, salty, andso muchof it. The first jet catches me by surprise, but then I take it on my tongue, his essence filling all my senses. Taste, touch, the heady, musky smell of him. The silence of his dark apartment. His eyes as he watches me.
His head slumps, and he draws in a breath. His cock slips from my mouth, and I close my lips quickly. A dribble of his cum spills to my chin, and I push it back in with one fingertip. Is that a failure? Will he be disappointed?
“There’s my Tinker Bell,” he murmurs, tucking his cock away but leaving his pants unfastened. “Open. Show me.”
My whole body tightens at those words. I want to please him so badly it frightens me. I lift my chin, opening carefully, keeping his cum forward on my tongue, so I don’t swallow any by mistake.
“That’s what I need to see,” he says, stroking my cheek with the fingers of one hand. “That’s the way it should be.”
His stroke becomes a firm pat, slapping my face lightly. “Get up. Go into the bedroom. Take that dress off, and lie down on your stomach. And don’t you dare swallow.”
Fuck me.I almost swallow right then, in reflex, out of nervousness.
On mystomach?
He’s going to take my ass.
It’s becoming a day of firsts.
But after Montana, I almost don’t care what he does. I want him close, I want himonme. I want to give myself to him, just to have the contact. I need him touching me, and I don’t care how.
I push myself up, and he helps with a hand for support, pulling me to my feet before him. He brushes his thumb lightly across my lips,gazes at me with a possessive hunger that only reinforces what I am to him, then steps to the side, letting me precede him. “Go on.”
My ruined dress is bunched at my waist. I hold it up as I walk, my legs unsteady. He follows me into the bedroom, flicking the lights on low.
His cum fills my mouth, forcing me to taste him with every second. It’s so thick and viscous, intimate with an intensity I can’t ignore. A reminder I can’t dismiss.
I work my dress over my hips and let it fall. Another dress ruined, but what do clothes matter, anyway? I step out, toe my boots off, and I’m naked, as he wants me. The bed is made; I pull the duvet back and lie on the sheet. Face down, stretched out, as he told me. My eyes are closed, anticipating the moment his weight joins me on the bed.
Moments pass. He’s taking his time. I can’t hear him.
Then the shower starts.
Right…
I’ll just lie here, then. Like a good girl. His cum on my tongue as I wait for him.
