Those words break me. I tug at his briefs, pulling them down, and his long, thick cock springs up. My mouth waters, and my pussy throbs. He grabs it, tugging it forward, and pre-cum drips from the head.
"You like watching me touch myself?"
All I do is look at him and nod. The corner of his lip tilts up and continues to stroke his cock in front of me. I bite down on my lip and place my hands on his hips.
"Lick it, Riley. Be a good girl and give yourself a taste."
I wet my lips before getting a taste. Tasting him. He breaths in deeply, his muscles flexing, his grip tightens aroundhis cock.
"Now, are you going to let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?"
His other hand rests on the back of my head. He continues to grip his cock as I open my mouth and slowly let him in. I suck on his tip while he still holds it like it's a fucking lollipop. My tongue circles around it.
"Fuck, Riley," he groans. "Let's see how much of me you can take baby."
His hand holds my head, lightly pushing me forward. I hollow my cheeks. Every inch of him coats my mouth. I feel every inch, every throbbing vein. My teeth graze him, light enough for him to beg for more.
"That's it, baby. You're almost there."
He pushes himself into me, hitting the back of my throat, and I moan on him. My eyes water while he pushes my head farther until my lips touch his pelvis. I gag and squeeze my eyes shut, taking a breath before continuing.
I suck on him when he pulls back slowly, earning me a compliment about how well I'm doing. This makes me want him more. I shove him back into my mouth, his hand still holding me, his hips starting to move with my movements.
Our movements become in sync. Every time he hits the back of my throat, I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself not to gag.
"Fuck," he whispers under his breath.
His hand grips my hair and tugs on it. I let out a moan of pleasure.
"You like that, baby?" His hand tightens.
I nod and move my hands to the back of his thighs, letting my mouth do all the work. My nails dig into the back of his legs.
He pants. "Shit, I'm gonna come."
I pull his cock out of my mouth, sucking it slowly, his hand still gripping my short hair. He grins down at me.
"I guess that's fair." He holds the tip of my chin with his fingers. "Now get up."
I do as he says, and his eyes drop to my purple lace bra. My nipples are hard, and I know the ring is peeking through the fabric without having to look.
He tilts his head and says, "When did you get your nipple pierced?"
God, his voice makes them even harder. It's deep, sensual, and desirable.
I reach to the back of my bra and unclip it, the band snapping to the sides. "The day I turned twenty-one. I thought just having one is hotter.”
That’s a lie. The first one hurt so bad that I couldn’t go through with the other.
His finger roams up my arm and loops under the strap that sits on my shoulder. The rough touch sends goose bumps when he slides the strap down, and it falls. He does it with the other in the same motion until the straps are hanging down my arms.
"Don’t make me beg, Riley," he says, his voice husky. The tip of his tongue juts out like he's waiting to get a taste.
I let my bra fall onto the floor, and for the very first time, I stand bare naked in front of August Thompson. Both of us are quiet, taking each other in and the beauty each of us has in our own little ways.
August takes a deep inhale, his chest rising, breath falling from pursed lips. His hand hovers above my breast, and his index finger brushes my pink nipple. He slowly circles the tiny, silver bar that runs through it.
He pinches it, and I whimper. The pleasurable sensation runs through my body from head to toe. After that, hebends down, and while he holds my breast, his lips meet my nipple.
