“All good boys deserve to be treated once in a while, don’t you think?”
Words fail him, and confidence inflates my chest.
When I press him deeper down my throat, he pushes his head back into the glass wall, eyes squeezed shut.
“Drew … Drew … Drew …” Will repeats my name on a whisper, fingers tangling in my hair the whole time. “Christ. Where did you learn to do this so well?”
I circle my tongue around the shaft and grin. “Do you really want me to answer that question?”
Will nods his head and then immediately shakes it, swallowing hard. “Yes—no—fuck. No, I don’t want to think about my girl with anyone else.You’re mine.”
I continue sucking him, brain short-circuiting at the possessive way he speaks about us.
Would I mind being Will Jones’s girl?
Never going to happen.
When he hardens in my mouth, I cup his balls in my palm and mumble, “Come for me,” around his dick.
“Drew, wait,” he says between gasps, tugging my hair so I’ll look up at him.
When I release his dick, it bobs between us.
“I’m going to shoot in your dirty fucking mouth.”
I beam up at him, reveling in his pleasure. “That’s what I want you to do.”
Will takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You want me to blow between these pretty lips?” He runs his thumb along my bottom lip.
“Did you assume that I was too much of a good girl to be dirty once in a while?”
Will looks off to the side and immediately back at me. His eyes are now black, pupils blown wide.
“Take my cock to the back of your throat and hold it there.”
I click my tongue at him. “You want me to deep-throat you?”
He nods and inches his boxers down a little more. “Yeah, Drew, I want you to suck my dick like the demon you are.” His hand is back in my hair, tugging deliciously at the roots as I hover my lips over the tip. “You’re no good girl. Just a nasty slut, addicted to my cum.”
I take him deep and fast, bringing him closer to the edge each time I swallow him.
“Fuuuck!”
Will explodes, and I give him my eyes. I’ve never let a guy come in my mouth before today, but I’m already thinking of the next opportunity I’ll get to do this again with him.
When Will’s given me all he has, I release his dick, and he tucks himself away, maneuvering me to sit across his lap.
“Say something.” I giggle nervously after a minute of silence.
His fingertips dig into my jean-covered thighs. I think I might have rendered him speechless.
“I can’t,” he whispers after a few more seconds, staring directly ahead rather than at me.
“Why not?” I question, craning my neck to capture his attention.
It doesn’t work, and he swivels his cap around, pulling the bill over his eyes.
“Was it … bad?” I ask hesitantly, almost sure he enjoyed it.
